My revolt has always been against life, itself, a fall into rotting material damnation. From birth, ever knowing... seeing all the hellish mockeries of the few slivers of sincerity in a vastly dishonest world. Here is ideal, the people are real... but I seem to be caught in an inner death vortex born from an entire life. hard to cancel that momentum, without a valid reason. Love was once a star that turned into tinsel evasion rather then celebration of true union that make both more, rather than silent truces to make a lie bearable. So much grief I feel for the human race, that it has deranged me in ways that seem beyond redemption now, perhaps if I take my darkness out of the world when I leave, I will have mattered... H.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 00:40:51 +0000
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