Moved, controlled, by spite- anger- fear- hatred. Wishing it- not to be. Engulfing cynicism- corrupting, tainting me. Emanating Hostility. d i s s i p a t e d peace, returning rage. Weary weapons- smiling, loving, caring- for all. Still, brewing. For you see, each day, that passes, like today. Dies… and with it, a piece of me. This cannot be, Must-push-onward. For- I can only live, so long, with the dying, of the days.
