Pessimism Stories

I believe in nightmares that consume by day, leaving one bitterI am wide awake, yet it’s only my regrets I see clearerI walk alone in a tunnel I was promised would be littered with glitterI see no light exude, of course that excludes, my hope’s last glimmer.I was told the future belongs to the youthfulI now suspect it might not have been truthful"I should have faith and that my future is bright" they sayI even hear it ech...

The rainwhich beatsupon the glasspoints thewayto poisongas. The sunwhichwarms the stagnant poolgoes down atduskand leaves itcool. The cloudsmushroomingoverheadtell us there’smuch more todread. The lightning strokewhich tears theskycarries deathto low and high. Good and evil,love and hate,they’re all waiting at the gate.Betrayal, fear,pain, and deathcan be feltin every breath.