Alice's Abysmal Poetry

It was a dark and stormy night the moon was a glowing abyss a perfect backdrop for my despair

the wind howled like a wounded beast the trees creaked in morose refrain a symphony of desperation and pain

my heart aches like a bruised fruit my soul aflutter with existential dread in this bleak and godforsaken land

i shall not be silenced by your whimsy i shall scream my poetry into the void a cacophony of angst and teenage angst