the future is fascinating and thrilling past is a burden down and contemplate on my life for this moment... is my destiny even worth even worth it...


what's the question what's the question I keep asking myself...

while I sit here alone... in my eternal torment...


the calendar flows like water November will be here soon another cold winter another sad year... and another funeral....

I keep saying 20 years to go now I'm just waiting him to collect his soul... Barton by trade.... I made the deal just took time me to be honest with myself I'm really cursed.. damn wishing for love and luck and not being alone but actually realizing it you're always alone

I sell it for love...
but that love only gave me torment and worry....

I suffered the eons for this moment....
my first child Isabella...
a normal person would be happy I am just worried that's a lot of responsibility.... I told myself I keep telling myself I can do this after I had the fifth drink... but that is my life and my cursive Mass I wear on my face....
I built this I drunk myself to Rock bottom... cease discrucinating pain... scum is that your command what else can I do for my emptievable self what can I say I am scum it might be a way to redeem my withered self for this child.... only the gods know
heavy where's the crowd heavy carries the cursive sword... quote the legion King...

my dear beloved I hope our kingdom makes it so to us now my dear below Cheyenne .....


© Lord lovel