Oh the sweet Genorosity Of Being Alone
Where A Mortal May Think In Their Redeeming Sorrows
But When You Look Inside Your Self
You See The Odious Demon Within
The Incarnation Of Hatred Towards The Loved And The Lost
Reaching Out Towards The Core Of Depression
For A Content Sensation Comes Through A Wave Of Luminous Darkness
As You Stand, And Think, About The Things In This World Which Are Wrongly Done
Where You Could’ve Made A Right In That Wrong
But As The Rusted Knife Decays Within The Wounded Soul
You Bleed Out The Truth
Which The Truth May Lie As Well
Which Will Leave The Carcass
With A Content Sensation Of Depression
-I- Izzy Van Reign -I- Community Member 
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