With the lines of rage
and the shouts of anger
A mysterious fog arises
from the dark, black ink
The evil of the words produced
is harsh, and overbearing to some
but to others it is a lifeline
Some could care less
as the cry in a dark lonely corner.
Others stare into the nothingness
as they break away from real life
Once there I do not belong and
that is what I live by, this is
What I Am
