Monday, February 14, 2011

Keeping quiet is what i do best
Tucked away in my little ice chest
Darkness is the comfort norm
Light bringeth a joyful mourn
You under estimate my grand despair
You pile on your dirty guilt ridden laundry by pairs
Share your misfortune and nothing of mine
Telling me you are worse and I am fine
For Shame, you dare beat at my heart with your beast
Ready to sup upon mine like a wedding feast
You beg to partake in my supposed bliss
Nag about my lack of gratitude with a hiss
Nay, are you here at midnight as I wail?
My loneliness do you doth bail?
Nay, You daydream your life away
Barking orders and thinking of what nonsense to say
Your blindness is your cell, mate
My sight is my daunting fate

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