Man,
I've been S.O.S for some years now,
counting the seconds,
adding up the minutes,
and longing the hour of my final existence;
Clogged with cloudy mental memories
of days minus the misery and redrum,
multiplied by the destruction and mayheim,
then divided by the Blackmans's burden;
Among treacherous trenches,
amongst numerous spinsters and
trickster characters,
not knowing who's worthy of trust,
stuck sinking inside sticky quicksand
feeling tons of despair,
wishing I could physically disappear...