I sit listening to the darknes,
My mind races, death echoes,
My bleak sorrow grows,
My rage wells through me,
I want no more,
But I am addicted,
To sit alone, bleedind my soul,
I bathe in shallow fury,
Yet hate the black within,
A preverse world,
Who cares nothing of joy,
Yet the hopeful stand,
Optimism fueling their souls,
Yet we sit in despair,
Those who see the world,
And are scorned by those in it,
I love my hatred, and hate my love,
Tomorrow holds what only the darkness can tell.
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Thoughts of a Darkened Mind
Warning : Extremely depressing. Keep away from small rodents.
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It dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low....
