Akuro da HATTER's blog: "Absololution through Existentilism"

Through Jaded Eyes

Through jaded eyes I know only shame; through jaded eyes I only know pain. From that crimson vein this ablated organ tearing from me the misconception. I tried to bleed from life with miry difficulty only ending in crimson tears. My thoughts go drifting with each passing tide leaving me treading through the tenebrous, earthen marsh that appears every time I try to doubt I get brought down to a world when nothing is no longer clear I take back that once crimson, ablated organ nearly desiccated lying at my feet. I kick at it thinking I once knew you as a part of what you were now; you are nothing but a malign quivering piece of superficial waste. My enigmatic conscience is what remains. It shelters the pain lying to itself showing the balance that clears the way so that was not for naught the end is the beginning but it never truly ends the evening sun ends it's path and a new entity is alive. Long. Live. The Hatter!!!