today I sought a frequent why
fore i would rather sleep then die
but given choice, i'd magnify
the fotitudes that lay hereby 

these words are merely present ghosts
extensions of this wholesome host
who never found their great almost
the ghouls in which i've been engrossed

with solitude the dark divides
a dawn away from my demise
this sight is not for somber eyes 
a thought that brings a sense of prize

I've typed again a wretched fleet 
based upon a dire deciet 
but history will soon repeat
forcing me to press delete