​This Brand Of Awful 
Anguish cast a shadow

On the entire state of affairs

Causing widespread despair 

Trickling down in hot tears

Searching for a candle

Or ray of light as a way out

Enough pent up inside now

No sight of silver lined clouds

Since there was nothing left

Except a feeling so hollow 

To be filled with the drama

That surely would follow

The pained look on the face

And those sorrowful eyes 

Were enough of a signal

Preceding the coming demise

Searching every possible part

For a reason to be thankful 

Hardened as it had seemed 

Amidst this brand of awful
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