Denial of Existence
I long to be what I cannot Chasing a cloud of mist Speeding into reality without censorship. Headlong, into a world of excruciating loss, pain and misery. A pure soul, running with abandon, Into the swathes of corruption and esurience, That bathes our wretched, desolate world. Terror and fear, poverty and deception. A land seemingly contrived for the sole purpose of Sucking the joy from all aspects of existence. Agony and suffering closing in from all sides,...