Cinquains a la gummo. Vol.2

The dying of emotion: Anger. Festering still. A cauldron of lava. Spewed from the mouth of Pompei. For you. Pity I feel for you. You of little morals. May I never be like you are. Ever. Sadness: That it should end. That you betrayed me so. For my wasted time and effort. Please leave. Ashes. Nothing left now. All i felt: Up in smoke. A husk remains where you once were. Goodbye.