The void is unshakable, though my hands are trembling.
Exasperation exceeds my initial intentions.
You're quite outspoken.
I'm deliberating wether this trait is admirable or defective.
You seem far more tenuous than usual.
I don't mean to impose, but you're beautiful.
The lack of heart seems unnaturally suitable.
I detect a cliche set of verbs and nouns competing for the spotlight.
Yet I will reinforce this wall of false mannerisms 'til the day I depart.
I am merely a reflection of a nonentity.
Abstemious in more ways than one.
With less value and less significance than those before me,
I am the cipher of the future.
An incompetent, insipid waste of conception.
In less than two days.
Quicker than you will notice.
You cannot fathom my intentions.
Let the march drag on for hours.
Let the has-beens and forlorn nobodys share a seat next to nowhere.
I won't remember anyhow.
