the physicst says

that one year from now

you wont remember

all the hardship that you went through.

so why not just throw yourself into the pits

and impale yourself onto the sharpened poles.

true.

no matter how painful and bloody and gory,

wounds will eventually heal.

all that will be left are nothing more than battle scars

and war throphies.

good news will always be followed my bad ones.

i resign to fate.

im a master of my own destiny,

no more.