Of course someone who only writes about
Dark, death, sorrow and pain
At this point has no idea of
And therefore will feel no emotion or gain
From humor, relation, joy or inspiration
Only seeing the destruction of creation
And death to be the only way out
Of any situation of his hearts elation
Sulking in the rain of his own red shower
Expiring every hour on the hour
Marcus McKinley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-repetitious-death/
