The Effect Of Departure From Ideal Proportion
No compassion as i pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief.
disappointment slaps me in the face, i lose my ability to speak.
this thoughtless acceptance, this absolute horror.
and now i watch it pull you in.
eyes once filled with passion, existing for the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect.
morals decay, i turn and walk the other way in rage but never forgetting how easily you turned into what i hate.