The Ugly Rat🐁

 For always, I see the Doom. The dim-lit skies behind the veil. Maya, an ancient maze, a trap for daze. The hills undulate deceivingly as a promise, a code of mathematics that will never be met. Just as each chart will deceive. Expectant, a hand up for mercy, a beggar for want. A Mandelbrot Set, a Demon Core.

 I have seen the dismal end long before the illusion of a hopeful conclusion. The inverted head and shoulders, a short.

 Call me pessimistic. Call me annoying. Call me the rat in the room. There are many more behind the curtain. The trend is down.