Literature
World of Pain
Within this world I created,
The hatred has permeated,
The care, the heart, the soul,
And turned it to molten coal.
It has made me suffer on,
Turned me into anger's little pawn;
With rage ruling the throne,
There's not much I can do on my own.
Without the red in my eyes,
I look up to see starry skies,
And cry for days long ago,
When I could just go with the flow.
It hurts so much to be this mad;
For many a month it wasn't so bad,
Until it sat too long ashore,
Too rampant and evil to ignore.
Like a leech upon my chest,
It had long since built a nest,
With guilt, hate, and resentment too.
I was lost, alone, without a clue;
What was happening an
