Day after day the sun rises and falls. This poison has no cure. With effort comes pain so why put in effort at all? If nothing is to be done, hell shall fall. Is there a right? Every right seems to be a wrong. If everything is wrong, how can I be right?
Daily it is, this poison that continues to spread. The cure, never to be. A fiend hidden in the most deviant of places.
How do you cure an incurable poison?
This question lays heavy in my heart with no answer to lessen the anxiety.
What does the future hold for me, with this poison that will never stop flowing. . .
Daily it is, this poison that continues to spread. The cure, never to be. A fiend hidden in the most deviant of places.
How do you cure an incurable poison?
This question lays heavy in my heart with no answer to lessen the anxiety.
What does the future hold for me, with this poison that will never stop flowing. . .
