Extinguished hope.

Extinguished hope.


My eyes have seen beyond life itself.
They have seen the very depths of hatred that came into existence.
They have witnessed the end of the time that stood beside you.

My eyes cannot stand what has come to greet them.
The countless lives that have been sacrificed for the sake of war,
The animosity that tore at our fellow brethren,
The starvation of our kin, who begged us for forgiveness,
The oppressors whom left thousands at the poverty level,
And the self inflicted violence that millions have done
in hopes to rid themselves of their depression.

My eyes have gazed upon the eyes of others and found that,
hope is no longer in existence.

Over the Top.

Over the Top.


My imagination used to exaggerate the simplest of thoughts.

Thus, I have come to a conclusion that
simplicity isn't at all simplistic.

Does that make sense? Oh god, now I'm just being rhetorical.

Here let me start over, to put it bluntly.
Over time I realized that "simple" things that stimulated my mind,
really weren't at all "simple."
In fact, there were probably the most difficult ideas that have ever crossed my mind.

These thoughts, these ideas were inevitable.
They were bound to come about soon or later.
Rather then sooner or later, never would have been sufficient enough for me,
yet that wasn't the case at all.

To complicate the matter, it appeared as though,
I felt compelled to carry out actions that never crossed my mind.
I began to feel that I was loosing my mind.
That everything just began to slip away.

Then it hit me like a bullet.
I had fallen into the trap called, "Love."