Overthrow

I could fill these pages with love and respite
The edges worn and words of blight
But what a wonder it'd be to instead
Fill it with all my chaotic energy and dread
A whimsical picture of sweet childlike hope
The page of nothing but angst mope
A poem of venom and sadness galore
Then a drawing of some random spooky lore
Perhaps it's time to shy from the ruels
And instead embrace that I have many tools