Poem By Wandering Scarlet
When i am not distracted by life,
the distractions we know as joy, happiness,
distractions from reality,
distractions, from pain, and emptiness.
when i sit alone, this is what i feel,
pain burning my soul,
emptiness infesting my spirit,
soon i will be nothing,
blank, a slave to anger and hate
soon i will dread all that surrounds me,
i will seek.......revenge......