Walking for days now. Blindly through the broken roads and tainted sky I march ever so nobly. Screams of torture surround me. This road will never end nor will the anguish and pain that its followers carry on their backs. Life is fair to the select few. All else are outcasts. We only know joy through our dreams and fantasies. Hopeless is our names. The dark is our homes. The light our enemy for it shows our many flaws.
For in the light all our imperfections are visible to all.
For in the light all our imperfections are visible to all.
