A sonnet,
Pour Decay,
My brethren,
I need your help.

Times have past,
The good times never last,
A stormy day,
Ouch, a stingray.

Dies irae,
Dies illa,
Quantus jugen et futurus,
Quantus jugen et venturus!

A dream of a thousand nightmares,
Is that a cross hair?
Bang bang bang!
Bad boys kill em’.

A mysterious encounter,
Just to be friends,
Nothing more than that,
No way, I can stand it!

Patience, boy,
Said Roy,
Your approach is angular,
Mine is fluid.

You’re not the lepak type,
But she is,
Go get a life,
And put down that knife.

I don’t know why,
My sincerity money can’t buy,
Je'taime, I’m so in love,
Just so in love with you.

I'm in love,
So very much in love,
I'm so very much in love,
Just so very much in love with you.

Your words fall on deaf ears,
No one cares bout your pain,
Your words move me to tears,
Alas, it’s raining again.