Looking over every crest
For something I can’t find
Spiteful reasons coalesce
This oxidizing mind
Not a touch of reaching Fall
My soul so cancerous
There’s no beauty nor light at all
Can soothe this animus
For those who have what I don’t have
It’s hard to overrate
The wound there is, that has no salve
From my
Undying
Hate
To share is human:
