I wished she would stop killing the joy of living with her attitude of resentment.
How can anyone ever live a life like that?
Everyday I awake to a battle, and she simply murder away my innocence.
I want to believe in a world where the battle of good and evil rages, but one where the good will triumph.
It seems like to be an impossible task, even this seed of hope is withering along with the drought of human faith.
I'm clinching on to something which I cannot see or hold.
Just what the hell am I doing?
The peace which I have fought hard to preserve has been shattered.
And I'm just taking all the pieces and trying to mend them back together.