Have you had a bad day
Where nothing ever went right
Be that as it may
Still trying to fly by it, high as a kite
But the darkness looms near
Dread approaches
Its distinguished head rears
And with it, goes your day to the cockroaches
Fighting Dread tooth and nail
Sadly and vainly your might is scorned
Like a prisoner trying to post his bail
Your good day gone, without another chance to be born
Dread laughs and scoffs
With a look at his work he smiles
You wishing he could be turned off
Knowing he can’t be because he is so vile
He can only be suppressed
No one cane or will
Because he will never rest
Impervious to pain, he can never be killed
That is why bad times overshadow the good ones, in ones mind
Dread makes a more lasting impression
His evil cloak traps the good in a box like the corner pantomime
Therefore trapping the mind in an endless depression
 
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