The stench of futility is alive
in the suffocating air
Inviting me into
an eminent anti-social world
which preys upon
my emotional emptiness
with its diseased promises
for cured incessant lies.
The memory of betrayal
is apparent within
my charmed eyes
where it is painfully obvious
that i am on the brink
of emotional extinction
with nothing to show for
except that of a bitter soul.
The realization of my life
has been a series of misfortunes
Painted by my will to live
Hand-crafted by my
desire for perfection
Forgotten by those
i haved loved the most.
