Darkthorn’s Blog

Throw me the bottle, watch it smash in my face.

I am nothing to you but a big disgrace.

I can no longer get up,

Feel like a newly kicked pup.

It’s all in my head,

You don’t stay in the shed.

All those extra voicing,

In the midst of the rejoicing.

Pathetic attempt at a poem. I think my muse went on holidays. He didn’t leave me a return address either, or a date when he will be back. In the mean time, you will just get mroe filler like all those old essays.