MY SADNESS SADNESS-My sadness is made of the sadness of others...Everyday I recieve letters...Stories of life...Horrible living nightmares...Dark sacrificial stories...I stand there... Everyday that passes...Looking to see the world burning more and more...I watch petrified as the darkness builds up..."Was this what he meant that would happen?"This question echoes on my mind...11 PM...And I can't shut my eyes...I feel powerless over so much evil...I get out of my house...I start to run... Run and run...Tears come down from my eyes...I don't care about them...I keep running...A drop on my arm...I stop to look to