Decay

[iauneris]

I'm tired of feeling this regret. I was taught to continue with

the major importance at any cost, and as long as I can remember I

followed this ideal to the letter. Yet now I come to the

realization that I've failed the objective, and now I may feel

released but the idea of emptiness enters my decaying mind. What

used to matter to me ended up leaving, and what currently should

matter to me escapes my cerebrum. I choose to walk this path alone

because dragging others down with me wont find me comfort but

fear, fear that they shall fail because of my own derails. I

believe, I hope that I'd be the pen of this degrading society,

that my words would save the members that truly has no one. I

can't believe, nor hope for these emotions have no strength. I

must act, I must have the will to change this endangered society,

and strengthen the emotions. My dream is to create words that will

alter the future for the good.
My mind is Vivid, and Corrupt,
That's why I can be that pen.

[Recklan]

[shimeiraa]

LOL reclan ............[/img]