I don't have much faith left in this world, and therefore I'm not one of the happy writers. Romantics won't find there fix here, and neither will those of you who enjoy poems about thunderstorms and rainbows and butterflies. I pride myself on my personal style of succinct cynicism because I don't want to lie to readers and say that I'm some happy guy. I see the world as a messed up place in constant decline, and my life as nothing better. I'm here to get feedback and progress as a writer, so please feel free to be a critic. Enjoy.