This thriving debt of mine. I have to force these words out. Litigation's shit! Ending this at crouch. Sheer irony of it, that things have left me. Having unavailable you, And muse a dead being.. Lively it seems.. Is all I think about.. How much it takes.. For my kin to turn around. Here I am, Embracing these quill, Since I was denied the stars, At my own abode. Left, Broken, Incomplete.. But funny how you can mend, What was already in pieces. Oh,this truffulling debt of mine. I'm begging for a recess. -Myth