Malevolence.
It pervades the air we breathe as soon as we begin gasping for some sort of elation.
Alleviation from the aches and growls of a stomach now hungry for everything other than,
Darkness.
And,
Certain days feel as if I’ll never know what that is.
Peace…
But,
What other choice do we have,
Right?
All we can do is wake up and rise our heads into a set of clouds where the entire world finally seems clear enough to glide through.
Without any turbulence.
Without any flies or chunks of debris hitting us in the face as we fly away into a reality contrastive to what’s current within your ailing heart….
Is making haste the answer for Fear we singe our own eyes with?
Through false images of self-inflicted gashes we conjure within our subconscious mind any time we see,
Red?
Are revenge plots worth writing as it slowly,
Yet,
Steadily becomes a blueprint for your inevitable demise?
Should we sit down or pace back and forth while pining away your desire to see others,
Smile?
Just because they hurt us…
Hopefully,
The answer is obvious whenever we think of ourselves in our near futures.
Why would you want to see yourself become bitter and stale?
Didn’t you throw away your last piece of gum a few seconds after losing its flavor?
I hope so!
Do you serve yourself mold when it’s dinner time while everybody else feasts on Potatoes and Butt Roasts?
At least,
I don’t think so…
Even when you’re at your worst.
And,
I refuse to believe it…
m3l0dicverse 
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