Some nights I just want to be alone, to feel the
solitude and unravel some of the messes, I need that loneliness to remind me how vacant of
anything worth living for, to reorganize my
disappointment, to deal with everything inside,
and try to budge the pain. Every night the sun
goes down, and every second there are
new lies and arguments, atrocities and strife,
human suffering, and degradation of society.
Every night someone gains the momentum
to feel a little bit more in charge of their lives,
never considering that they are chipping away
their stagnation with pride, and errors, and what
involves them. When you lose something that
is only unique to you, when these dirty swine
see with a normal man's point of view, and
they realize no matter how much they want change,
their suffering is truly theirs to keep, little sharp
edges of their abilities shatter into arrogance,
self satisfaction, criminality and importance, when
whores become whores and men become slaves
to temptation and desire the failure in them will
start to break their spirit, and every second
becomes more difficult to lie their way through
that same pain will become theirs, they will see
their atrocities and cry for help but their only
answer will be me chopping off their heads and
shitting down their throats.