Mentailty Over Control

Those gloomy days of no return, those nights you wish of no remembrance, the countless hours of waiting…..and waiting….and waiting…

Why should there be anything colorful and vibrant to our eyes, for they are only filled with hate and lust? Why must things be blue and brown with our blood red staining all of our bodies and nothing else left for holding, caring…….loving. For we all know that maybe, just maybe life may seem to go by, we just stay in a daze, watching everything go by right before you could say freeze and wish everything you did in the past could change for the better. Would you ever sit to actually think about all of our sins we made in stone in our mental psychotic brain of what we think is normal? Why should we even be in the deep burrows of this world without accomplishing a single thing or cherishing a single soul…. But yet we sit here and stand with such stubbornness, unfulfilled, yet young lives without a single once of love and hope left like as if it was all drained away with such filthy soulless hands.