A Dark World

by Justinain The Red King

My world is dark,

my world is cold,

pain never relinquishing its hold.

 

Its bitter,

lifes full of sorrow.

The people just snicker.

Perhaps Ill feel better tomorrow.

 

A broken soul.

In my heart there is a hole.

This is my rage,

that I stole.

 

Misunderstood,

a creature of my own devises.

Trying to do what I should.

life in a crisis.

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