o_O No-sho. No-sho.


Bloody hands washed in the sink, staining the bowl pink;
desperation began to grow, as his sanity began to shrink.
Dwindling hope, staring through the noose of the rope,
wiping away all he could know, as he hung and choked.
Vinegar simply cannot attract flies, unlike a sweet honey,
and so this rule a with the greed succumbing from money.
The desperation remains from humanity's greatest find,
hide between in the shadows, masked behind the mind.


Or whatever. I'm counting on him no-showing. =D