I don't know if anyone is reading this. I don't know if anyone is following my slow, steady decent into insanity. I don't know if anyone else sees the fires at the corner of their vision, the light which recedes when you look straight at it.
I think this is all a farce.
I think I'm shouting my words out to eternity, or worse, to no one at all.
You ever feel that justice is just a word? You ever worry, that something is slipping through? You ever feel old and tired, and wonder if you really are the one who is supposed to "fix" what is wrong?
I keep glancing at what has past, and I wonder, why. Was I supposed to fix this? Am I the one?
It's hard when you look at the bottle and hope that what you swallow will give a moments escape.
I know, there is no escape. I know that I am lost as the empty highways. Please acknowledge.
Please....
Never mind...
Broken thought, broken dream.
All Pass...
Peace always...
