The world has gone more mad than i on this horrid of mornings. Time has split and fractured again as the time draws nearer. The sharks swim and vultures fly encircle as the horrors lay their way to the top. I’ve given up hope today. She was nice, she was pretty, kind and sweet. Yet on this day I’ve had enough sinners and saints. When you come closer to death you’ll still see me looking down upon you with and hand up. For i will forgive. But i will never forget. On this most horrid of morning to come to pass.
2017 “Gone are the days of Angels.”