what remains here.

all the more promos is near,
within my heart i'm trampled with fear.
topics by topics i throes to clear,
with results i'm not glad to hear.
day by day i struggle to cope,
while grooving to beats which just seems dope.
sensing that the end is looming near,
all hope's lost as i lay here quiescent,
for thee, i'll await my emancipation to espouse me here.

some scribblings for you all to decipher. pardon me for the deepness. i guess that's just me. holla.