Such Despair! ~ Can it be truly fixed? Or is it just the belief that we chose to think. Alas, my thoughts have been mixed... I have had too much champagne to consider this, Or...was it whiskey that I’ve had? This is no fault of memory of mine, Certainly, no thought like it shall be missed. Oh, the irony! Oh, the misery! Such tragedy, yet...it’s life’s beauty. Afterall, what is life with no risks? A maniac! A madman! You may call me such ...I, myself, does not know who I am. Such despair! Oh, how wrongly I was judged. My mindset shall never be repaired. I’ve seen it, seen it all! From one’s beginning...to their fall. Last night...or perhaps a fortnight ago, I’ve been blessed to see her. Her beauty...made me feel one shade brighter. Alas, she was no real mortal of my kind. A mere mirage of the mind. Such despair! Life, her beauty so kind! Yet, she is never fair... Oh but, I shall remain. More to her gain. Afterall, what is she...with no me at all? I made sure to never let her have her way. No, no, no, of course never! I am Death, the despair of her. She can never get rid of me, she never shall. Nothing is truly fixed, She never allows it. I tell you, do not get your thoughts mixed. I cannot say I’m a madman, What sort of common man say such? I am death, I am who I am. Such despair... Yet sweet. Perhaps nothing isn’t all in despair... To say for the least