In the face of grave defeat I heard cries for mercy. No barrier of self control, no innocent composure. Abusing love and like a child inflicting pain upon itself.
I asked myself was I content,. with the world that I once cherished?. Did it bring me to this darkened place. to contemplate my perfect future?. I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate..
How many years, since you found yourself. Staring at an endless sky. Unaware of yourself, who you are and where you're going. Only living, only breathing, losing all sense of time.