Despair
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The heavens above, the fire below
I'm stuck in the middle, not sure where to go.
Anger and pain accompany me, they thrive on my despair and slowly swallow me.
Happiness was a friend who's long been dead, the memories of joy are gone from my head.
Every thought is cold and grey, every emotion is numbingly vain.
I stared at the mirror, at a shell of a man. I lost my spirit by my own hand.
Death is a cloud and sorrow it's rain. It's really quite beautiful, though a morbid frame.
No one can see it, it's hidden very well.
I quietly drift away, into my personal hell.
