ASoulShattered

the torturous torment of reality's dream. confounded in the moment of day-to-day,tearless pain agony's yell and the age of a dying heart. oh how the two and fro this surplus world brings about callused kisses and hugs masked to hide the malice. there are no words that can make things right there are no promises that can get us through the night, there is no encouragement to get us through the fight, the war of worlds between wrong and right. how one must go on and the others remain, how long must maintain while the others unseen differences appearances for all intense purposes remains blame to the insane. No wonder why this world is riddled with questions doubt and fright. and the addiction of mental illness runs rapid and all our lives, Evil exist only to the pure, and to the wicked it just how things are.