So much has disappeared, completely lost. It's all being wiped out, every last trace. The only remains are pathetic. It's all worthless really.
That door has been locked for a long time. The beast has been controlled. It hasn't been out in a very long time. I can sense feelings arising from here and there and none of them are pleasant ones. It's all my fault, whichever way you look at it, it's all me.
It has come to my attention that the more I understand the better I handle it. Knowing the enemy has it's benefits. It's also important to know your allies. Though the enemy might be dangerous and strong, one must always remember the allies who are behind you giving you their full support.
You can always think about what way one should have done things differently to get a more desirable result but then again you probably weren't smart enough to have come up with it yourself.
Is there anything positive left?
Things don't change. More and more I see the same things repeat, both in others and in myself. The little pride that's left is struggling to keep the ceiling from falling down upon us. Maybe pride is the only thing keeping us from going under.
The shame never ends.
The door is open only a little, it's hard to determine whether or not it's opening or closing. The only thing that's sure is that death is still present. The black chains choke even more than before. It's bleeding due to the pressure of the chains.
They feel threatened for they know their days are numbered.
If only I weren't so exhausted, it wouldn't show and everyone would be a lot happier, at least everyone else. That's the only thing that matters anyway.
You could never understand, because you could never care.
