i am destruction.
wreaking havoc with every unintentional move.
they don't accept my ways,
and my apology becomes their anger.

i am war.
constant, hated.
i'm useless.
i was never intentional,
just helplessly thrown into others' unhappy emotions.

i am affliction.
always affliction.
all i know is how to hurt.
both ways does that count

I am desolation.
no one wants to be around me.
of course.
they stay with their happy, with their deceiving,
not knowing that they're types of evil too.
just less honest.

i am crying.
but the only thing my tears will ever bring is more -
blood.

apr. 17, 2009