I figured. Dude was basically screwed. And I think he was on opium- everyone was on cocain and opium in the 1800s.

So if Oscar Wilde diddn’t invent Emo he was probably one of the best at it. I mean, listen to this.

Oscar Wilde Posted:

IKE burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed

Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;

Here doth the little night-owl make her throne,

And the slight lizard show his jewelled head.

And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red,

In the still chamber of yon pyramid

Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid,

Grim warder of this pleasaunce of the dead.

Ah! sweet indeed to rest within the womb

Of Earth, great mother of eternal sleep,

But sweeter far for thee a restless tomb

In the blue cavern of an echoing deep,

Or where the tall ships founder in the gloom

Against the rocks of some wave-shattered steep.

The Grave of Shelley