Confusion walks my thoughts;
Dispair holding its hand.
The shadow of lament,
appears after every ray of blithe.
One can only grasp the consept of Pain,
when the full story is known.
To the rest..
Its a joke.
I stare in to oblivion wielding a heavy heart.
My understanding of my actions is no longer clear.
So in return, I match confusion with anger.
My anger is blind and
turns all forms of admiration into crisp snow flakes.
I find myself lost without consciousness of values.
The steel is cold
as is the snowballing effect i find myself in.

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Deep, Dark & Depressing. I know. I'M NOT EMO!!!!!