WoW – ( Wreck Of Will ??? )

A poem about World Of Warcraft after some days of playing...

How long has it, oh gods, been,
since the light was last time seen,
here in my own little room,
which has suffered final doom?
Yes, I play that creepy game,
wrath and hatred on that name.
Now i can't just simply quit,
sure it's scary quite a bit.

I remember the old days,
laughing in the well known ways-
-see a n00b who waves his hand!
Now I'm much alike that band...

And so hours and hours still pass,
Fight the beasts and kick their ass.
The more tasks I put to rest,
the more times i get new quest.

It is endless, we will die,
I can't even start to cry,
cuz I need my eyes to see,
where's the damn red enemy.