the fleeting fears of melancholy will soothe you in to slumber. the demons of your daunting dreams will wake you in a sweat.
agony and misery go hand in hand my friend. just the same as treachery and deceit will follow you to your grave.
but worry not about that which you have no control. guide yourself to rise above those who dig their own hole.
quite sure the sadness that you wish to elude, yet sits above your shoulders – will soon take advantage of the slowing pace and slit your throat completely.