The World is Dark
The world is dark.
The world is cruel
The world is careless
The world is bleak
Those very thoughts cross my mind daily.
Love is blind
Love is vain
Love is unsure
I experience this daily
Sadness is all seeing
Sadness is insuring
Sadness is a sure thing
Sadness is a beast that cannot be tamed
Anger feels vile in my body
Anger wells in my chest like a bomb
Anger consumes my personal being
Anger is poisonous but brings the best satisfaction
And this anger is pointed at nothing but me
So this anger will be the end of me
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