Despair, despite fresh water and air, desperation despite perfect respiration. Melancholy, for the malaise of the majority. Alone with this knowledge and no way to end it, guilt to be human and invest time on the living of no feeling. No freedom this is, to feel what the forlorn are entombed in. Not vegan for the broccoli and hot body, Im merely alive in a society of myopothy, no brain or heart functions just the rampant demoralisation of fading wounded animals, punctured, burnt, sliced and diced. Throwing around a gamble of life for the sake of temporal vice. Choose your mode of weapon or take the package deal. They always take the package deal. I feel this must all- be a cruel jest in place of dreams and the day-bound, but its not, its real. My body is vibrant but my soul is dying. Swing the dice
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 01:53:27 +0000
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