Wasted, alone, empty, ashamed and weak… too many words for too little a thought. Wishing away the life I lead, promises that fell on deaf ears, likes and dislikes of all those who would rather lead the way than follow behind in the shadow, too damn fucking introverted to come out. Manic feelings, children stealing, hope and dreams within each silent scream… but for what? What the fuck for? Alienated, the burdens abated, why the hell and what the hell are we here for? You ever wondered about something weird? You never get the answers to the damn questions you want… your apologies arn’t good enough, and you know what? Neither are you. Lives have been lost loathing, loving, hating, feeling, healing and killing… but I’m a fucking human being too… I bleed red… I cringe when burned… I feel… just like you. Yeah, sure, there’s millions and millions of people in the world… we’re all statistics… just statistics, me and you… but we’re here for a purpose, and that, my friend, I dont know. What the fuck am I trying out here? Where the hell am I headed? Honestly, I dont care anymore, because you know what? The worst feeling in the world is that of helplessness.
tales of mystery, horror and suspense