• I live in a world far from idyllic
    consumed by evil indifference
    from whence hate has been spawned.
    This hate, ugly in its nature
    has usurped the conscious of righteousness.
    Where is justice's savior?
    My prayers have gone unheard,
    deterred by human ignorance.

    In shadow I have found sanctuary
    to keep covert from human scorn,
    depression's catalyst.
    I quail before radiant Sun
    whose bright light melts away protective night.
    I can no longer be myself
    under that pristine light,
    intent to efface all evil.

    Sordid words are like serpentine venom.
    They devour your well-being
    until nothing remains
    after the rain kills the fire
    and you are left empty in solitude.
    Hell is to lose all emotions,
    thus losing your purpose
    for which only one is given.

    Rejection's forthright glare petrifies me,
    dissipating sporadic faith.
    Someone, please hear my voice
    resonating through the abyss!
    It cries for mental emancipation
    from the depravious souls, but
    I bear them no contempt.
    Those of the devil live through hate.