Nanbaeito

All he could do is wait, For the coming of his inevitable fate. Whereas some would approach it with uncertainty and fear, For his dark fate he would shed not a single tear. With his head held high and his eyes turned skyward, He walked into the dark willing to face the cruel animal that is death with its teeth bared. All he could do was wait till he finally arrived, He almost found it funny the fact that he was no longer alive. So with his dark and twisted humor he walked on again, He finally felt the regrets like the things he could never do with his pen. They called him a talented writer for his dark poetry, They thought his writing was ab