Onslaught

Seething with anger and hatred twards all, adding each day another brick to my wall. Memories beseech me my nightmares unending, viewing my life by being condisending. Evil and darkness run rampit in my head, and I wish once again for me to be dead. No more pain I must hide and hold, no more anger to release and unfold. Peace in no existance,rest in death, who needs life when all life has left? A souless body wondering in shame, and my own cowardly demond is the only one I can blame. By: Angela Holcomb