A Writing Pitfall
It may be, but they're to me,
Often a comfort.
As the clock ticks on,
I long for a bygone age;
One that's captured here.
Give me your dead memes,
ephemeral references,
and strange assumptions.
To one such as I,
With deep hatred for today,
I eat that shit up.
It may be, but they're to me,
Often a comfort.
As the clock ticks on,
I long for a bygone age;
One that's captured here.
Give me your dead memes,
ephemeral references,
and strange assumptions.
To one such as I,
With deep hatred for today,
I eat that shit up.