Darkness consumes me,
And my tears burn like alcohol,
Bringing me to poor, intoxicated judgements,
Filling me with the frenzied disarray of drunkenness.
I can barely see through my own darkness,
Much less a sheet of blurry tears.
There is so much darkness
And so little information
To decide what is truth
And what is falsehood-
Everyone believes what they see is true,
But they see through the same, clouded eyes,
As I do.
Woe to them.
Woe to me.
All is falsity,
But the falsity we see is so close to the truth
That everyone believes it to be
A reality.
So it is.
But it isn't.
There is only darkness.
Confusion.
Death.
Hate.
Love.
Life.
Clarity.
Light.
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A ring of sorrow
