THE BITTER DRUG

My life is a bitter torment,,
a spasm of disdain,
I cannot stand the dark,,
it frightens me,
But I feel at Home there,

I hate to feel sad,
but I feel normal,
only when I loath myself,

The man I am is faithless,
I need the dark,
I fear the dark,
Take me somewhere others scream,
where there is no sense of hope,
Take away my hope,
And I am Home,

give me no other way,
and I will take it,
I am given a women,
bringing me joy,
and I do not love her,
Send me to hell,

And I will be Home.

Vimes Ehre,

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Penned by my hand on the 8th of Khepary, in the year 134 MA.