Our plant is wounded. No-one cares. People are selfish, greedy and narrow-minded. They shun what is different and are scared of the unknown. They live for fast cars, houses, money ad an image. All material things. Why?
I long for the old world. One of unpolluted seas, and clean skys. Undamaged landscapes ad animals that can live in peace. Why do we control animals? They were here first. What gives us the right to destroy our plant?
So I create my own reality. One of beauty, darkness and bloodied pleasures. I slip away lots, to escape the harshness of life and society. I sit amougst graves, longing for a better life.
The Human Race is a Disgrace.
I wish I were a Spirit so I could be free. I hate this reality. I hate being human - I'm ashamed. I hate this life. I feel tortured. Theres no escape. Why are we killing everything? When will people stop and think? Why are people ruled by thier narrow minds?
GOTHIC VAMPYRESS ~
2002
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