31 May 2012
One chapter to go, Then it's at an end. Sometimes I think, Of Stan as a friend.
In a sick way I know, I will miss him when done. I've come to think of him, As a son.
But good things end, This we know. But some times you just, Have to say go.
No sequel will be wrote, No prequel planned. Just time I have killed, Like playing in the sand.
The End Is Near • Opuss № I