After a while, you start to lose morals. You live each day like it's your last, and you don't enjoy it. The only memories you keep are the bad ones, because you've relied on the good ones, yet they keep letting you down. Everything you've tried, everyone you've loved, everyone that's lied to you, all meld together in front of your very eyes. The last pathetic shreds of hope hardly keep you going, even if you're too defeated to act on them, because you've tried taking action, and every time, you are ignored, or worse, disreguarded. Every good thing you try to do, every evil you try to right, throws itself back in your face ten times worse, wrenching an already bloodied mind, body and heart to the very worst conclusions about life one can possibly hold. That is where I am. Welcome to the end. The end of what has yet to be decided.
Chartreuse Contempt · Thu Feb 09, 2006 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |