This lifes full of pain and misery, Devasted by the loss of those close to me....deserted by hope. Im too disheartened to continue vengeful souls who I wronged in the past waiting for me to give them a reason. Spiteful at those who can see the good in the world sorrowful for my vindictive past....Disenchanted from love, a wounded pride that bares scars from the battles fought with my own psyche. Did I bring this upon myself? or is this a curse bestowed upon me from all the hearts I exploited sold them dreams of marvelous days to come and now their grievous when I pass through their thoughts.
