My Prayer
Destiny is a myth in which I starved myself of truth by drowning in a sea of hope. I was a fool trapped by my needs and desires. I look up and see the stars condemning me to a state of consciousness which I am forced to claim as my own. "My own" - two strange words which are like knots in a noose around my neck and that you know fuck all about! A dictator in disguise, you convince people that you love and feel but even a psychopath has more empathy than you. An insecure narcissist who controls and abuses and lives in a fantasy that you know can never come true! People worship you not because they love you but only and ONLY because they want something from you. Imagine that - you now live in my world and are frail as an autumn leaf that has been blown off a tree not by choice but by force. Yes, force - a word in which you encapsulate tainted love and push down peoples throats. I've choked enough times on that pill, feeling nothing but a semblance of love and empathy....