I knew you had it in you, Tarinn! All it needed to come out was a bit of
a calling. Woo-hoo. You spelt Syssin wrong, by the way. And yes, I
caught that. Just to make you other emotionally depressed writers feel
better, I composed my own twisted poem.

Pile up the fuel,
Hell-even add a mule!
Light it up,
You lazy lump.

Feed the fire,
It's my only damn desire.
Watch it burn.
Look at the flames churn.

Burn all my problems,
Because I have no will to solve them.
Burn all the people I hate,
For calling me second rate.

Keep the fire happy.
Or your life will end up real crappy.

Isn't it a beautifull blaze?
It holds no maze,
No hidden ambition.
And it has a great talent to listen.
To my life story,
Which is very boring.

So just incinerate it all!
And let it fall,
Into the abyss.
It shall not be missed.

<><>Fin<><>

I don't have a title for that besides 'Incineration', but that sounds
corny. Not too shabby for my first draft of what I am now calling
'depressionism' (Emotionally Depressed Poetry).

Forever in service to Creativity-
Veekin Orange

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Variach, in the year 215 MA.