poetic tragedy

writing poetry. its surprisingly morbid.

and this is where its starts;
I believe nothing can save a life; the undercut of darkness that shadows the light. we’re doomed to fester amongst despair: invent wild fantasies to reside within dreams. this world reeks of decay, as quality decomposes breaking faith. from their shelters feverish eyes observe; then retreat to their perfect haven of deceit and lies; allowing the skeleton of nature to be preserved; seduced to sleep with soundless lullabies

vonnegut despised semi colons. i use them excessively; to death, almost.
let's see how i survive the first day of school