Jun 10, 2018
Betrayal
Cursed is the head that rocks so loudly,
So loudly that rest is the only calm.
Not what I love.
Cursed are the naysayers, those who say nay
To my promise, my future, hopes and dreams alike.
53 is unobtainable.
I don’t believe so.
Cursed are those who refused me the respect
Of a starter, yet also the courtesy of a rookie.
I love taxis.
But most cursed, the most cursed of all, are
The friends who claimed my well-being at
Heart, only to stab it in the most painful way.
Goodbye Ben.
--Rico