The future is bleak, no matter the day, month, or week.
Fill up your dreams, fill up your sleeves, and walk through the road of silks, to see what becomes of those dreams, I see.
Look and behold! Your arms, anew!
Look and behold! Your dreams, have gone adieu!
The ring,
the crown,
the king.
Now, left with a frown.
To the sewer, your hopes will go down.
The future is bleak. Waste no time in delusions.
Take hold, and take fast;
all these mere illusions.
See the reality. See the truth.
See what truly lies beyond the roof.
See what the future has to offer.
Nothing of diamond? It's a bummer.
Cry till it's no more. Cry till your tears are worth more than gold. Cry me a river; the third time this week. At least then, you'll have shelter, as we speak.
The future is bleak. It's got nothing to offer. Let go of your fantasies, for they will all go to the slaughter.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
