Warped Mind

Words are powerful. Words can trap.

So many truths obscured behind uncertainty.

Unfortunate circumstances lead to forgetfulness.

Who wants to remember what they’ve done wrong over again?

There’s no end until sleep, but that’s not even housed in sureties now.
Dreams can come so swift and furiously down, wrenching me from sleep into a world that’s is more painful than the waking, outer world.

Destruction vents, but not always.

Blood to be spilled only in hate, never in love.

Perhaps there’s nothing left for me in feminism, humanism, or even sadism.

After these years spent in pain... I actually enjoy it now!

posted by J @ 3:13 pm Comments: 2