On the Outside Looking In
Pen to paper once again;
As if I were God, I sit and watch
myself struggle though this bitter
brightness.
I see each outcome clearly, they make
only to appetize uncertainty.
All that is innocent I scorn and in
all that is filthy I thrive. I try to
stop it but how can I when I am it?
To the cruelty of life I contribute yet
yearn for peace and tranquility.
I was born from this hatred,
denial and malice and to it I must
return in the end. But for now
I wish not to live as the thing I
was and am to be.
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