Sorrowful memories...
Uncontrolled hopelessness...
Spiritual malfeasants'...
Thoughts and convictions have crippled me with their burdensome presence, not only physically, but emotionally as I’ve lost hope of ever becoming indifferent to this draining force that has rung my spirits dry. In absence of hope I've begun fabricating scenarios of how I might gain reprieve in light of the pain... But my efforts are to no avail. My mind runs rampant with these feelings of emptiness and no longer does my mean of solace dull the pain. What I have become is not the one who I am.
It is not my fault that I have reached this low,
Nor is it that I have shrugged off all truth,
Because I'm taking steps to better myself,
And becoming Less Like You…
- May 01, 2007 -
