A hole so deep from which I can’t escape – this is where you’ve placed me.
Awkward scenarios from which I am bent – this is where you’ve placed me.
Hating all that is me, trapped in a body of which is not pleasing – that is where you’ve placed me.
Nondesirable tolerance until a better one appears – that is where you’ve placed me.
A heart so cold of which the very flames of hell cannot maintain – is what I’ve been handed.
Wrath, doom, vengeance.. I think not.
My soul rests at the thought of nonexistence. Maybe then, all will pass by like a blur.
