Untitled ED related poem. (NUMBERS mentioned)
 

Trembling cold, and fear surrounds me,
Under my feet the judge of all,
A tempting song it sings to me,
And I cannot resist its call.

One hundred and four pounds it reads.
Bliss, rapture, joy without measure!
But only for a moment, then,
Tis gone, tis lost, no more pleasure.

Darkness engulfs me once again.
'Tis not enough, this now I know,
Mine eyes doth see too solid flesh,
All cursd, vile, and all on show.

My mind does move to my new goal,
Ninety-eight, how sweet that doth sound!
How those numbers roll off my tongue,
And I sink hopeful to the ground.

The twinkle in mine eyes is lost.
But I go on, at any cost.

that's really good! it's so... accurate? i love it!

I'm speechless....it's so...I don't know how to describe it. It made me want to cry. Its beautiful.:crying:

thanks guys. comments and critique are always appreciated. x