When the sun sets in the east, you'll never see it rise again.
It has convinced itself with a white lie and will disappear at ten.
The final inch of affection it had for the truth,
Has killed its every hope, has ruined its every move.
Here carved on a polished rock is the sun's given name,
Much duller than before, must've driven it insane.
"Where are you headed to?" Asked the pack,
Answer's simple- "To my comfort shell, I'll be back."
It's a shame that it thought it was all for the best,
When in reality, what it did was destroy its own nest.
Maybe you think it's not as bad as it sounds,
But maybe for it, it was better unbound.
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Cauldron of anxiety and fears
Non-FictionPreviously the Cauldron of anxiety and fears. Instead of a rubbish bin for all of my rants and despair, I figured I'd make this a collection of random things I made trying to overpower my inner demons. So yeah, basically still a rubbish bin.
