Caught between these two worlds,
Sentenced for life to live in both.
Happiness, joy, content, and bliss await the first,
While anger, bitterness, contempt, and rage shroud the second.
Once set forth on this path,
There is no turning back,
Ever onward toward the all consuming black,
What small glimpses caught of the world of joy,
Growing smaller in the mirror devoid,
Only remind of a world now dead,
Small joy is brought by that fleeting sight,
Ever less as it shrinks behind,
Till the end of days,
All will be filled with hate.
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