Loneliness overcomes me Causing sickness and death For unmentionable reasons Tis the seasons Thinking we are pleasing And maybe just teasing Like historical treason And still I am still And quiet And quite ill Not taking any pill Nothing noted Nothing for a thrill Some say I told you so Others offer a drill Or a plug Some will Profoundly tug At my sides Just for the rides The joys of pain Oh crap This writings insane. Continue reading Mundane Inane Insane Writing