So I found this two year old document on my laptop today....I had to write it for my Shakespeare class a year ago and actually thought it was pretty good. :] Into a magic bush, content and misusing, Running around a celestial sphere, Whirling, Twirling, Confusing, Amusing; In a speck of time, I will disappear. A dreadful red pours down with molasses With my clenched eyes, as I sit upon a tree. Another day, another hour, passes swiftly and shortens with a subtle scream. Breathing in toxic fumes filled with hexes That whisper,“wacha'doin with your life?†around holy water and burning crosses During times of bliss and times of strife. I close off myself from all of your lies. Reality is all that I despise. Don't hate and... it's in sonnet form... i think iambic pentameter... or something