Yesterday i caught myself utterly blinded by something. something that seemed so great i knew it could not be true. and i fear i was right.
Here is a tale about my life. (in short form)
I wake up in a bed of misery surrounded by pure departure of animal instincts that have been drowned by humanity and deception. I step side ward to walk across my room filled with sin to enter in a bath room full of anxiety and restlessness driping out the faucet into the sinkhole of my life.
Apon seeing my face in the shattered mirror i realize that i am looking into my soul, or that of what reflects where my soul was when i was happy. I glance away thinking i will return to that feeling of being contempt with life as it was to realize it still is as i last knew it to be.
the shower pelts against my skin like a dagger to a brick wall. crumbling piece by piece i manage to pull myself together long enough not to drowned in my own sorrows and self pity for what i have become.
as i dress for my daily puppet show for the masses my better half reminds me why he is ten pounds of terror and dexterity and bundled into fur.
day starts much like it ends: listless, dull and full of meaningless moments
Here is a tale about my life. (in short form)
I wake up in a bed of misery surrounded by pure departure of animal instincts that have been drowned by humanity and deception. I step side ward to walk across my room filled with sin to enter in a bath room full of anxiety and restlessness driping out the faucet into the sinkhole of my life.
Apon seeing my face in the shattered mirror i realize that i am looking into my soul, or that of what reflects where my soul was when i was happy. I glance away thinking i will return to that feeling of being contempt with life as it was to realize it still is as i last knew it to be.
the shower pelts against my skin like a dagger to a brick wall. crumbling piece by piece i manage to pull myself together long enough not to drowned in my own sorrows and self pity for what i have become.
as i dress for my daily puppet show for the masses my better half reminds me why he is ten pounds of terror and dexterity and bundled into fur.
day starts much like it ends: listless, dull and full of meaningless moments