2001-08-23 - 12:30 p.m.

I am the empty cup.

My hope has died away

And my tolerance faded.

How can I keep stability

on such shaky ground?

Prayers that a smile will flag me down.

Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort;

Well-being stems not from love.

Anguish proves to be my only means of solace.

Yet I want to be held by anyone,

With any arms.

I spend another morn alone

In a world that rejects me.

A public unkind, laced with apathy.

This one's for the world: I hate you.

Life could not get colder;

I'm living out a dying cell." - Shai Hulud

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