Oh god, I'm an awful man. I'll never be pleased with who I am, much less with what I've done. Ignoring the alternatives, they're all representative of views we're fed as facts on our kind. And I know you know my feeble state, but when you reach out for my skin I feel a load get off my chest. I know we both know what is best if we're both to endure my hate over this urge to be a part of this misfortunate belief that we were made without a heart. Considering possibilities, likely I'll never be at ease. But at least I'm not at ease with giving in. To fight back the truth as it is told might leave you barren, beat and cold. Just bear with it.
all rights reserved