Vicious viscosity.

Drinking desolation, that bitter, thick and caustic brew.  Pouring through pores and rotting guts like moisture inside wood.  It's a slow and fungal creep, a growth fed by darkness and the heat of incredulity.  If only there were a base to neutralize this acidity of mind.  Though the thoughts of acceptance and joy in the face of overwhelming negativity seem foolish and distant, however ideal.  The ability to smile while the world burns comes from knowing and understanding the spatial relations of the universe.  We are each our cosmic centers, and are afforded with the choice between polarities.  Like attracts like, and good things come from good thoughts. So drink deep from that angry chalice, but let digestion break it down. Then you'll see the beauty in the beast.