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All I think about is the future,
What will happen tomorrow,
Since the present,
Wields nothing but despair

I've no interest in living this life
I don't think I ever really did
So when I think about the next day
It's usually wondering in what new manner
That I'll die

Each day its different
One day I get hanged,
The next off an STD I caught off the streets,
Whoring
Sometimes I'm mugged,
The knife still stuck in my chest
Gurgling

Sometimes it's just old age
And others, a cold frost slowly digs
Away at warm flesh, amputating with
Frostbite
Or I'll drop off a height
And impact on jagged, spear-like rocks
My body splitting, the impact noise
Like an egg, breaking

Sometimes I die like an animal,
My mind gone, vegittated
Or full of drugs,
As I spasm in the false
Ecstatic delight

I'm not strong, I never was
Though I think these thougths
You wouldn't know
The slight scowl hides it all
Even the tears
Behind veiled eyes

All I think about is the future,
What will happen tomorrow,
Since the present,
Wields nothing but despair


- Wolf Knight, Lady Chirra Imperil


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Midsummer, in the year 114 MA.