Titles are Overrated

Part 95

The world is such 

a terrible place,

and I can feel it

deep within my bones.

There's this sense 

of dread,

of impending doom -

when I see 

flowers wilting

and grass fading.

Colours and life,

lost.

It used to make 

me see red,

but now all

I see 

is gray.

So much so,

that I thought 

the shadows

were the sun.

All this darkness -

it's woven into

our blood.

It's necessary, 

isn't it?

There can be no light

without the dark.

But now it's all

I see. 

if it were not for hope, the heart would break