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Emotional and Dark |
Within the crevice of every human waking Moments when walking wishes to be but a shadow And smiling wanes like sunlight from the dying day There is always a reason Why people feel they’re suffering. Choking on their coffee Makes them hot tempered and bitchy A crying child devoid its filth birth canal Makes them shiver and smile with tears For the existence of another life they hope won’t go astray. Tragedy, travesty— Words taken in advantage and out of context. How can you spell out a mood on the verge of an overreaction? These things, these moments I have seen them, felt them—and know they rarely exist in me. The epitome of sadness When I am forlorn, grounded, lost I have searched with glass and stick Looking for a situation, a trigger to the bullet And have come up empty-handed, empty-hearted. There is no justification to my feelings. The moods, the moments— They’re all sitting on the edge of a coin about to be flipped A coin made into a die with at least a thousand scratched sides. Just a fickle laugh from the Belly of Fate. So don’t be surprised when I’m annoyed Hurt Simple Smiling Hating Weeping Screaming It’s all never the same Never the same as you For I don’t need to formulate a plan Which will give excuses for my actions. |