You don’t think it’s observed, yet noticed it is. Every little finite detail of obscurity is blatantly thrown directly in line of sight. Can one be so unintuitive as you believe?
Casting out what’s left of the good that once dwelled inside of a peaceful heart. Cut out by a cruel dagger holding no integrity. Same on you. Good once embraced the very nature of this soul.
Now contaminated by putrid thoughts of malice and defiance. As everyone else, you believe stupidity runs through these veins coursing what should-be serenity.
What a joke. Nothing will ever be serene again, as it’s eventuated the irrevocability; I am forever broken.
Such a pity.
Shell de Toni 