Heh, I’m not doing well… mental health is far in the red; I’m sorry, to anyone that reads this anymore.
Later days.
“Here I lie, I’m staring at
Clouds and shapes of dogs and cats
I hear a woman, start to yell
”Oh dear God, I think he fell”
I’m the arrow shot straight to hell
From the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground
Like a cross turned upside down
A priest is rushing to my side
Begins to read me, my last rites
Father, you’re too late, my faith is weak
So won’t you save your half-hearted speech”