to hell and success.
both of which I wish for.
as I chew on my sleeves,
shame and degradation
draw a lion's face in the carpet,
but what about me being sick?
death is a disservice,
but it is a welcomed reward
for a life lived well.
anything worth doing,
you should do with all
of your wayward heart,
and I should not be the one to remind you.
cheers!
to hell and success.
both of which I wish for.