His life is lonely
Discontentment rules
Always stressed
Feels second best
He rules his moods
With an iron fist
Inner peace eludes him
Very aloof
Lets no one enter his barricade
Deathly stares penetrate
Brick walls surround him
Iron padlocks adorn large wooden gates
He is King of his castle
Make no mistake
Mood swings his forte
Sadness his mate
Forever lonely
Thriving on negativity
Such a pity
He cannot be content
Always angry
Seems to
Keep him happy
I despair for you
My darling Moody Blue
Is there any way to save you
From you?
Wish i knew how
I truly do
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