hate the world at hand
but why?
now is really not
the time!
when misery and happiness
in fusion doth do comprise,
such massochistic tendencies
amongst other fabled lies;
innocence,such an endless search
of which nothing shall be unearthed!
whispers of happiness
amonst rumnors of dreams
tragedy of it all
is it's just as it seems...
narcassistic apathy
indifferent emotion
filled to the brim
a silent comotion
but, lest we just
fall from it all
another darkly day
the meaning fading
from these words
leaving nothing to "say" |