Donald Duty 2nd
</>Sitting here n the cold dark room, a room darker than king tuts tumb.
Hopening theres nothing to fear, the thought almost causes a shed of tear.
With a fitting of emotional disturbance, an emotion that feels as if it will only come once.
As we start ropeing together, time dosent seem to go on forever.
But as time goes on it soon gets late while night comes to its wiery fate, While morning comes to a light we look outside to see the hoorrigic sight, a sight where theres no dry place