rugbybrownie

"LISTEN!" cried the poor old man to the dark cloudy skies.
"i do not converse with the blind mans eyes"
damn me not into the bright burning light,
to which i cower and enter with fright.
you will undoubtably mourn and you will tremble,
not a man but a face of ghastly unhappiness which you now resemble
men will remember their futures but forget their pasts,
and memories will fade from the first to the last.
cry for the boy whose life ended one bitter lonley night,
heed the warning when he scorns your fate as he fades away into the bright burning light