incarnated deception

desturbed dreams of picnic seens long since forgotten haunt my nights whilst the wind whips willingly at my window creeping ever closer to awaking to the black nothingness that is the pit of my soul . by day i walk the streets of the dirty city filled with the petty people who perform crimes against humanity to keep on breathing when the ceasing of the beating of there hearts would lead us to leading a normal life for once the dirty little stains on the side of the white dusty page of the human race