Inconsequential fusion. I’m one with the pain.

I can carry it and shape it, all the same.

A most puzzling prophecy of distorted intent.

Misconception interpreted while the truth was bent.

Hurting souls hurt souls. I know that now.

The shame. The attacks. Hmm. Better somehow?

I speak to you here, alone on the gray.

All avenues dismissed so there’s no other way.

I’ll keep this short because words are so tiring.

Mind starts to stall with maniacal misfiring.

I just can’t do this thing they call hate.

Whether you kick me or slap me. I absorb your berate.

It’s sad how nothingness grows so big and so cold.

And hearts ravage souls on this gray so bold.