I am suspicious of “writers” whose “blogs” are composed entirely of appropriated photographs.

I caught the darkness
It was drinking from your cup
I caught the darkness
drinking from your cup
I said is this contagious
you said
Just drink it up

I’ve got no future
I know my days are few
The present’s not that pleasant
Just a lot of things to do
I thought the past would last me
But the darkness got that, too