Written to portray the perspective of those who have been scarred by the lies and abuses of the untrustworthy world we live in.
<Haunted by Bitterness>
Growling, groaning, gravelling
Crawling, creeping, clawing
Hideously, hauntingly, hysterically,
Stealthily, solitarily,
SARDONICISM.
It is a beast within me, this bitterness. It is insanity, it is absurdity, it is hatred.
Hatred boiling persistently,
demons growing exponentially,
negativity covering rationality;
it blinds my sight from colour, from beauty, from happiness, from love.
The world is black,
the world is red,
the world is no more than tears mistakenly shed.
This beast within me, or perhaps this beast is me, does not hide.
It is not shy to show its teeth — blood-stained scarlet on rows and rows of white.
But is the beast, is it wrong?
The world knows no sincerity;
the world is corruption,
pollution,
devolution,
the demon incarnate.
He smiles — trust it?
An apple poisoned from deep inside,
a cake in which earthworms hide,
a smile reveals malicious pride.
She opens her arms — embrace it?
A daisy to scratch with thorns of rose,
a butterfly to penetrate with stings of bees,
a caress to strangle with strength of snake.
This beast within me, no, this beast is me, no longer cries for help.
None is given, none was expected.
Why trust, why embrace,
why put myself in a place
— a place of hurt, of betrayal, of fear.
It is a beast, and this beast is cowardly
Shying away from the light,
flinching back into the night,
this beast is hurt.
It knows not how to view the world with a normal perspective;
positivity is a stranger,
warmth is alien.
No one should enter its domain — a domain of bitterness, of hatred;
all is pushed away — by bared teeth, by sharp claws, by bitter words, by hateful glares.
SARDONICISM
the way the beast — no — the way I protect myself from this world.
