lost the poetic streak on that lonesome way home
thoughts on today: a very bad day, but no one should worry.
cos tmr will be a new one.
perhaps its my tiredness that prevents me from keeping a jolly smile.
i shouldn't have caused anyone distress.
careers day was a terribly fail day.
Therein the behemoth called Envy
is the one named Sloth
Their union brings about Wrath
who is dominant in my nature.
To appease the beastly tantrums,
Gluttony and Lust are invoked,
causing a chain of pain, over and over again. There once was a boy so infantile,
who grew up knowing neither friend nor foe
who thought that people were puzzles to be solved
that mothers were born to hate their child.
abused once when he was young
scarred for life, he's locked in time
to fix the memory of false accusations
to erase the grime that was placed upon him.
clinging to old friends he thought he knew
put into situations where he found no clue
granted that he didn't do anymore than his fellows,
he was attacked for having been graded better.
it looked like he couldn't enjoy life
for whatever glory he could claim
always came at a price of others
but coming forth from a choice unsure
he found solace in a class so dear
of silly caricatures and comedians and spies
who stalk all day and joke all the time
but now he sits and ponders
whatever happened to the dream held dear?
of building walls and glassy stares
he wonders now: who put them there?
but comrades and friends alike
tolerate one another and care for the likes.
to forgive is to completely forget.
though hate may seem so good
it poisons the mind and darkens the heart.
