un poco triste

Today I feel a burden
of regret over
past apathy.

A gnawing awareness
of every day
I've wasted.

We live in dark times.
We crave absolution.
We craft dark rhymes.

The Devil will account
for every malefactor,
great and small.
 
The best
you can do
is whatever  

you can do
to keep a sense
of hope alive.

We live in dark times.
We crave absolution.
We craft dark rhymes.