Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
I walked into my bathroom today,
And before I could do anything,
I spotted my nemesis there,
Hiding behind a glass veil.
He stood there mocking me,
Looking hideous as always,
And making me hate him ever more,
With his despicable nature and ways.
It was torture going about my business,
With him there, mocking and judging me,
And I sighed because I knew he’d always be there,
Unreachable, behind that glass veil.