I am the face of apathy and affliction. A broken mirror scarcly reflecting the beliefs I once fought so hard for. my happiness has died and I buried it right next to my past of misery and shame. I am lost in a timeless portal of my faults. I am dead to the world and the world is dead to me. No futher responce can be made as to why I've commited these deeds. I have seen death and she is beautiful-- Lonely and beautiful-- Lonely, just as I.with no cause,bounds or limits. Undying darkness in worlds of artifical sunlight.She lives withen death-- Dies withen life. much like myself,I've been dying since the day I was born. Torn open by these scavengers and parasites and what have I left for myself? damaged, bleeding ligaments and a muscle worn away from the dozens of bite marks it has endured, although it still pumps my blood, I find it unfortunate because my bleeding has not yet ceased. and all I have left is pieces. pieces of my heart-- pieces of the anger and hate that I was taught as a way of life, pieces of memories--pieces of history and a microscopic piece of you.
