Sadness, we don’t always scrutinize
its history its root cause. I’m not a shrink so I am not about to provide Latin
definitions of depression, sadness and general lowness.
What I do know is there’s this thing
that makes me sad…this thing ...sucks the joy out of me...hell I can’t even
mention it because well it jeopardises one of my most favourite things in the
world.
When this thing is done with me I
feel...worthless, unappreciated and enslaved. I feel a level of fury cannot
contain.
A speck of dust a wrongly
constructed sentence could send sparks flying. This thing... is Diablo
inspired...rooted in evil...covered in the blood of others just as me who are
stuck in a thorny place of passion and poverty.
Love and contaminated efforts flushed
down with semantics and sanitizer.
This place may be destiny
fulfilled...it may be a truck stop of severely stale food in a shitty service
station.
Fuck!
It might even be my penance for
passion over the realities of life.
Everything about it is worn and torn out by
pigs who’d sooner eat their own flesh than save another. This thing is life as
I know it... my moulded, rat nibbled, super skinny slice of daily bread.
There’s this thing that makes me
sad.
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