War Of Emotion

The auxillaries of depression advance upon my mind,

Happiness is running low, hard to find,

A smile is just a foreign mercenary, not real,

There are so many emotions that I can't feel,

Legions of misery throw their spears,

The grey haze of smoke never clears,

Preying on my hatred and fears,

Drawing energy from my blood and tears,

Nobody listens so nobody hears.

The End

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