Sweat and blood drip down,
Daemons know the pain; they’ll never stop.
Reminiscence smiles, but vision blurs and reality hits me hard
Yet I must atone for our sins
The last of trifecta, I poured my heart into it (rather more literally than was asked as you can see 😉 ). This one was really hard as I cut out word by word trying my best to replace them with punctuation.
I saw once that life was like a bus: people get on and off your bus but leave memories; I’m glad we shared some time together and hope to travel with you guys again maybe sometime.
I also want to help trifecta for making me a better writer in the short time I have spent here.
On that note, goodbye, fare well trifecta and all.