Attached by my
conviction I grasp the ambiance in front of me…
Perverted by my own beliefs I hold true to the choices I have made as a
desperate man.
A hopeless transformation from an obsessively passionate existence to this
form I am.
Feeble, apathetic, dejected, and introverted I am.
Incapable of understanding what it is that holds inspiration so far from my
reach.
So distant I cannot seem to find it.
Explosive tears within me obscured by responsibility of fatherhood.
I dare not speak to those tears.
I dare not stray from this road of blood, sacrifice and suffering.
A warrior I am.
On the will of the indescribable dance I have committed my soul to I exist.
A muse of blood prevents the exploration I once lived.
A muse of flesh corrupts the once dangerous actions that left me whole.
A muse of love consumes my day.
Raining always…
Remorse for selfishness.
Remorse for everything.
Excluding remorse for myself.
That is not acceptable.
Nor is this rambling…
