E P I T O M E O F A G O N Y

THE EPiTOME OF AGONY

The epitome of agony is incompletely now.

The struggles cease conflicting,

noting that somehow…

Reliance of assurance,

confidently scrounge.

Stress the incohesion,

noting that somehow...

A thread of common nothing

may seem alright for now.

But never cease the sunlight,

bringing us somehow.

let us leave the mildew.

let us breathe the grime.

let us wash our fingers.

lucid is the crime…

May happiness bring sorrow.

Then i'll know i've gained.

There's nothing in tomorrow,

lest we feel the pain.