The stench of my sorrow is as useless and ugly as I myself
Serving to change nothing
To comfort no-one
To do nothing but enrage
I am nothing but an ugly blight
And my sorrow nothing but a stain like blood marring a pristine linen sheet
Without me and the stench of my sorrow
The world would simply return to lying to itself
Pretending that all is wonderful
As long as one has the newest car, the finest house, the most jewelry
Ignoring as always the homeless, the sick, the dying
My sorrow does nothing
But annoy
And I shall remain but a failure
In a life that once held a lie disguised as a promise.
~Lily~
April 20 2007
Serving to change nothing
To comfort no-one
To do nothing but enrage
I am nothing but an ugly blight
And my sorrow nothing but a stain like blood marring a pristine linen sheet
Without me and the stench of my sorrow
The world would simply return to lying to itself
Pretending that all is wonderful
As long as one has the newest car, the finest house, the most jewelry
Ignoring as always the homeless, the sick, the dying
My sorrow does nothing
But annoy
And I shall remain but a failure
In a life that once held a lie disguised as a promise.
~Lily~
April 20 2007
