philosophe07

Impetus(conceited) I beg of myself, to cry, to let go of it. I try and I try, but I am lost, on a different line. Life dwindles before me, an unworn path What sadness. "So you think you are sick, eh?" "Well I'm dieing, but it's for you to decide?" "Here, take this. It'll get you to bed." "Really?!?!" This little white pill. My friends, they like me, because I make me different. The trends fall before me and I mimic them. I'm not me. A terrible blackness, as I have never known. A cold flame bursts within me. My lies corrupt, my beliefs askew, Hatred breaks my skin, and I bleed from within. System failure. Everything dies. It