Posted on July 3, 2015 at 12:30pm
I never knew what it meant to hate, until I analysed myself so deeply.
I never knew what love was until I scoured the four corners of myself.
I am a vessel, floating high on frustration, tossed by waves of rage.
I am a shell, born of deceit and lack of conviction.
An automaton, born for intoxication and devastation.
In this failure I lurk an eternity, unable to see the world so clear.
In this failure I am inept, unable to be what… Continue