I am doomed; doomed to see and not be able to struggle not able to do something to say something that would make it better or at least ease the pain a bit and it's so silly and senseless to cry about precious memories being raped or beauty dragged through mud just to be thrown back again in front of scum. But is it really so senseless. If I don't cry who else will? Who will grieve for the things that get lost those that are forgotten day by day a bit more and die softly sighing… unheard.
I can fell the wondering blankly glances saying that it's always been this way. Was it? Even if, it doesn't make it right.
The spark in men dies you can see just open your eyes every day every minute. Still nobody seems to notice nobody seems to care.
But I won't believe this was all now that we've come this far and could live an easy life we encumber oneself with dump meaningless constraints. I would love to take a gun and spread my brain all over the street where it can cause no more pain and then enqueue into the obtuse crowd march on with empty eyes.
It would be more humane then sit here gagged and torn apart.
