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Preface 
when I say anger I mean anger towards oneself which is not so much a violent anger but a subtle devouring anger. 
 
Gloomy Sunday 
By: Joseph Van Praet 
 
Oh this is just like any day 
it is not fitting that I should stay 
why should I live with the thoughts 
that peel my flesh away 
 
This wound in my heart refuses to heal 
and I have not enough energy to feel 
what does it matter 
when nothing is real 
 
Only my broken spirit remains 
That my body sustains 
walking around half dead 
the parasitic soul retains 
 
My yet to be destructive masterpiece 
the blood is death's grease 
to send me away 
to my Heavens lease