Unchangeable
Sorrowful happiness blocks my view,
hazy and gloom filled.
Mournful chaos slips into my skin.
Dreadful dreams flow around my skull,
as devious monsters crawl about my soul.
Jagged fingernails trace my hate.
Darkness, the art of it, is my true beauty.
Deserted existence welcomes my approach.
Joy, smiles, and happiness are unwanted.
Lonely eyes stare ahead.
One's own absolute catatonic fate.
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