What kind of man would I be, if I accepted defeat ? What would my eulogy read ; "here lies a wasted soul" ? What sort of life would I lead, consumed by apathy ? Spinning out of control ? It's how I live.
Congratulations ! I almost gave a fuck in #CC3300.
The demon run circles, round and round in my head.
Somewhere tonight, inside of me. A smile so distant... memory. Covering up my face. Landed on my knees. They are part of me; these words that never heal. They still remind me that all of this is real. Hiding from the world, lost in my disease.
So you can never see, the darkest part of me in #999900.