Bad News

Bad News
By: Tyler Ross

If today couldn’t be any worse. More bad news. I’ve got nothing left to lose. Shed my last layer. I’ve got nothing left to lose. Isn’t it funny how everything falls apart. To those with aesthetic hearts. I just don’t fucking care. If today couldn’t be any worse. More bad news. Every decision I choose. Blessed with bad luck. Every thing continues to get fucked. I sit here, so sincere in complete fear. Of what I’ve become. A soul of love plagued. I’m contagious with bad news. Life is attached with the blues. Singing for the hope of light. Black clouded with bad luck. Every thing continues to get fucked. Growing tired of all this repeat. Fuck it all. I’ve got nothing left to lose. I’ll defeat. More bad news.