Well, a series of wonderful events has yet again managed to contort themselves against me, in my spare time I scrawled this on a piece of paper, and I've felt like sharing it.
That vile laceration has once again began to burn,
the pulse of anguish begun anew,
for salvation that I yearn,
my soul continues to collude;
my will is defiant to subdue,
to my morals I shall turn,
the visage of hatred you will learn,
for the detestation I will do.
On a bit of a lighter note, I received an invitation to be part of a Newgrounds art gallery, so that has made me quite happy in a light way.