The Pessimist

Let's take a darker lens shall we?
And cover up the light
The world is less than colours
But way more than black and white
The spectrum in between
Is pitiful and grey
How can one be happy
When night has seized your day?

The pessimist is unhappy
But dear reader you're surprised?
The world is ever darker
The twisted outlook of ones lies

Oh, how poetic does his speech progress
He twists words with such ease
As he begs his mind to stop
But it hurts him with each please

The twisted metal wreck
That is his heart car crash
The view on life now shattered too
Scattered shards of glass
On the pavement twinkle
Like blood wrought stars in the sky
That twirl around on golden ribbon
And once they snap. We Die