Grey Clouds & Bleak Haunts

I've spent my life,

Not dreaming of grandeur or wondrous splendor;

But a world in which those around me are happy and fulfilled.

A horse heart,

In a room full of blades,

I'm left without success,

Each laceration another echo of failure and sadness,

Oozing into reality from within.

Each sunny and jovial hullo,

Stomped mercilessly into the dirt,

Ground down teeth set upon the scraps,

Masticating into oblivion.

This is the world,

Where we live,

To hate,

With a smile,

Forced and misleading,

Those of us who truly do care.