My fortune

This gruesome, terrible
wonderful place.
All the pain and agony,
and a single red rose.

Terrible, evil
beautiful people.
I hate it all
so lovingly.

IÕm running away
constantly hunted.
Fleeing from this good.
Looking for the truth.

Here I come.
Leaving it all.
All of it.
All of the nothing I have.

-Sonata

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