Sunday, June 8, 2008
Repugnantly riveting
Threading through discordants
Clinging to a hope-emaciated soul
Delusions that ravage
Pervading and all-consuming
What will-o'-the-wisp
My will is but a wisp
A wimp, stark useless
You scum
Contemptible riffraff
Vile and abominable
Disdain is but the tip of the burg
Like the ice of cold, frozen indifference
The sheer unfeeling something so detached
So nonchalant, so apathetic
I loathe.
10:22 PM