I feel it coming 
In the late of night 
That loneliness creeping 
Where there be no light 
A pain in my heart 
Burning in my chest 
As silence surrounds me 
Enveloped in dread 
Thoughts of tomorrow 
Dark and black 
Cling to my mind 
As I wonder why 
The droplets are forming 
In this hour so late 
No one to speak to 
No one who’ll hold 
This broken wretch 
As the drama unfolds 
Barriers breaking 
As time drags so on 
While all I am thinking 
I will be safe in those arms
But nowhere around me 
Is the one who is strong 
Who can heal my wounds 
Help me go on 
Alone and in wonder 
I find something that 
For so long I thought untrue 
Even after all this time 
Somewhere inside 
I still possess 
Tears to shed

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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