Pure, pent rage to the core feeds the beast within.
Roaring havoc echoes off ghastly graveland plinths
If there is one single speck of light in this world
I ask only that my soul may shed its skin
and escape being consumed by the hatred,
by betrayal, by the bitter sting of being alone.
The absence of love is desolation and hate.
Hate holds forbidden power and destruction
I've never felt the kind of misery I feel right now.
No matter how hard I clutch it keeps spilling out.
My eyes are red, my heart's mere wreckage
desperate for something to bring me out of this
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It's not really like that, though. I'm so confused as to why I write this sort of drivel-poop. I really don't feel that way, in a sincere and heart-felt way. I mean sure, I have my moments, we all do. It's like I'm conflicted. I want to be happy, easy going, and nonchalant. But somewhere along the way something broke, and now almost every day my world is torn apart. I just don't get it! I know I'm not the king! I get that! What gives?
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