What do I know of Joy?
What right to smile.
How can I? In a world burning with pain.
As we rip and bite at one another like rats scurrying down a pipe dream.
Suffering rippling across the world like rain across a river.
As the burning sword of Damocles hovers overhead like a rotted vulture filling my heart with crushing dread as all I cherish fades from memory. The vacuum of life leaving me at my raw breaking point.
With a panicked breath of ignorance ready to blow away our world turned to ash and leave us scrambling forever in the dark, how can I smile?
She's there, my gilded lilly; brave, loving, and lovely. Although her voice may quive