Aug 08, 2008
In a place so dark, worse than a corner
My desire to pull myself to the surface has sunk with my desire to live.
Deeper and deeper into a ditch or a vast hole,
Becoming One with the sludge that I can't wash off or purge from my innards
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
Unlike a corner, because there you can still observe the light and good around you but just can’t move
In this place there’s no hope for anything better
The world is mundane and all the good has evaporated and no one can reach it
The good has already given up on you
A cause lost in its own self-destructive path
Nothing righteous about your motives, only selfish solace.
Past the point of tears or fears, just desolate thoughts with no escape.