Very bored. I spend a lot of my time looking up music videos and looking at DeviantArt images as of late. Observing itself is a very tedious but boring process as well. I'm an idiot for choosing self-imposed exiles.
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago. Maybe earlier, I don't really remember:
The
Last Soldier
How
can one understand the pain?
Out
on an empty battlefield
Left
there alone with great disdain
He
had lost, broken every shield
There
stands the last, army of one
Quietly,
his fate has been sealed
Nightfall,
the dimming of the sun
Better
together than alone
There
was no where left to run
A
fighter, a king without throne
A
general in his own right
None
to hear the beg to atone
None
left to continue the fight
Standing
in the valley of death
None
to see the end he did write
Was
the last soldier, the last breath
And, I got cygwin running. This has been my life essentially.
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