Sure I have secrets..
I reveal only..
what my mind..
can admit..
in the depths of loneliness..
because I am a self appointed..
Reining deity...
spoiled..
as they all are..
I thrash in misery..
hoping you...
or anyone..
will answer...
because...
besides me..
Nobody is at home...
so my great hope is...
you leave the.ghost of the future..
to ROT...
alone....
Reminds me of 16 candles: King of the Dipshits...
