She woke up to an eery sight
seems that somehow during the night
a shadow (or something!) had crept into her room
and brought with it a giant box full of gloom
and though she tried hard to seal that huge box
it wouldn't close even with one of her best locks
and out spilled the gloom all over the freakin' place
and now she's wearing that **** gloom on her face...
but no, it didn't just stop there--
somehow it leached into her hair
and ran across her feet, her legs as well
and now she stands wondering, is she living in hell?

Life it seems
can be full of hate
full of love
or full of dreams--
but no one has the right
to lash out,
to maim, to torture
or
to bring about pain
to any living creature--
be them man or beast
I'm learning that this world
(at the very least)
is home to us all
and that it's up to us
to make sure it doesn't break apart,
that it doesn't fall
into the oblivion of utter disrepair--
for should we lose this home (our world)
we'll all be dust particles
just floating aimlessly in the air...