Rabid and ravenous is fate at your throat,
Even as your heart's shards lust for your wrist
Still, under the pressure, you stand tall
I** know your pen quivers as you try to cope;
Listen though, and muster your grit!
In time, virtue will vanquish vexation and vandals
Evanescent evils dissipate in light of hope,
Never to return... so I ask, is this shit
Too much to handle?
This goes out to The Girl Who Loved You, and everyone else enduring hard times. You are all the bravest of souls, and it only takes hope to make you warriors as well. Brave through the squall, my friends. The storm shall soon be over.