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I am a
misanthrope
but I am not savage. I
cannot hurt anyone
for I know how
it feels
to be hurt.
I am an antisocial
because I
don't
feel this
wretched world
worth socializing. Though
I hate humans
and
detest all mankind
but I am not apathetic.
I feel for those
who are
kind to others
and who are positively
odd in this
world
of devils. But
still I am a misanthrope
and I am proud
of my being.-
Each wall
Of my body --
Unfathomable depth ,
As apocalyptic as hell ,
A plangent of chaos
Plastered in silence !
The walls of my heart
Crave for love ,
The one which is pure
Yet doesn't get any
As souls aren't souls
Anymore ;
Rather demonic
People are ,
Nowadays ;
Craving for
Relishing their lust ,
The satanic people ,
Devoid of pity
Forced me
To become
A misanthrope
For ever !-
When people are done with you;
they won't even want you to exist.
Beware of such diabolics!-
The mentality of
people has forced me
to despise them
and become misanthrope.-
I
despise
the word 'human'
beyond all extremes,
for now I'm sick of the
'ness' attached to it. For me,
it's a slang now. If I call you a
'human', feel free to understand
that I'm abusing you. Because I really am!
~~~• Misanthropy •••-
the pain she feels every time
she's reminded of the ephemerality
of her bliss. Her voids beat her blue and black
pitilessly, continuously until she screams for escape.
No one understands her pain.
No one!
• \\ the ululations of a misanthrope •-
In her quest
for some comfort
in this
ruthless world ,
she got sick
of the
whole human race !
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