A sad, sad poem.

i really like the poem. I think the background would have gone better with the cerial theme if you would have drawn some kind of dusty cerial.
seeing as there is a 100 word minimum, and i have nothing further to say, I am just going to be filling that quota.

You dont need to read this.

I must drink coffee. Coffee is the mind killer. Coffee is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my coffee. I will permit it to pass over me and though me, and when it has gone past, i will turn the inner eye to see its path. when the coffee is gone there will be nothing. Only i will remain.

I did not write that myself. It was only filler.