Harsh Reality
The world is not as I had hoped it to be. I am yet again plagued by the overwhelming sound of silent misery. Deep within the depths of my soul there is a longing for something that naught exists in this God forsaken realm. Here I lay quietly with a broken, contrite heart and spirit beside my callous lover. How painful it is to live and breathe amongst monsters that are nowhere visible in my dreams. They dwell in the daytime plucking hearts out like leaves from trees and sit eagerly as they await their next victim to fall helplessly to their knees.
