Insert emo freshman speach before reading
Sadness is an old man
His back is bent with worries aged
His wrinkles gouged with pain
I looked to morn's visage
And found this friend again
A child's eyes, worn down with care
And dusted ore with age
A sun-scorched arm, that used to end
In fingers used for flowers
now terminates, a ragged claw
the wretched friend of hours
A child's complexion, whithered away
And what is left you ask?
Just me with some old rattling bones
And my friend Emptiness
His back is bent with worries aged
His wrinkles gouged with pain
I looked to morn's visage
And found this friend again
A child's eyes, worn down with care
And dusted ore with age
A sun-scorched arm, that used to end
In fingers used for flowers
now terminates, a ragged claw
the wretched friend of hours
A child's complexion, whithered away
And what is left you ask?
Just me with some old rattling bones
And my friend Emptiness