SAMtheAvenger

Why do you bother?  With what? All these things.  Because they are important. To you?  Yes. But why?  They are necessary. They are only necessary for you because they are necessary for everyone else.  Why would I do so much if it were not for myself? Purely because it is for everyone else; you know you are not worth so much effort.  ..And why would I not be..? Why do you ask? You know you are not.  ..I am. You can lie to yourself, maybe you'll believe it someday.  I'm not lying. That is another lie. And lies do not work on me.  Why do you insist that I lie? Because that is what is left. A hollow mask filled with lies. Filled with

There is a scream. Piercing and scathing Somewhere. I can't tell. There are words. Thrown and tossed Somewhere. I can't tell. I see eyes And their spite. Somewhere. I can't tell. I feel pain. It is clouded with rage and fear. Somewhere, Everywhere? I can't tell. This room, this place. It is blurred. It is spinning. It is darkening. It is numbing. I am going Somewhere. I can't tell, And I don't care.