Mass production..

Passionate desire,love crazy...words so similar definition is hazy. Have you ever lost your mind temporarily while it was full of blinding rage and anger and suddenly realize that no one noticed because of your inability to share your feelings? Have you ever stared intently at someones face and despised them so much that you could envision wrapping your fingers around their throat and extracting the life out of them only to realize that you've been staring in the mirror?

 

And being the narcissist that you are finding the dilema in killing the beauty in front of you?

 

 

 Your inner demons dancing and taunting your soul, your deepest darkest secrets on the tip of your tounge trying to purge your lip's only to be reigned back in by the shame and pride that deny you a voice your soul yearn's for, a voice of hope and reason, a voice of love and it's necessity?

 

Finally, when it does appear it's in the form of malicious pessimism or  wicked sarcasm? Love and hate one in the same, loathing the love your heart wants to release, loving your tormented soul for giving you a purpose. Fine lines that if crossed will drop you to your knees like a marionette.This world is filled with unreliable truths and unforgiving people..

 

Teenage angst carried into adult hood?A product of an uneducated and hostile enviroment?or just plain gibberish? The latter always sounds good but then again "A child forced to grow, will bare a weary soul".....

Reviews

[Seracies]

It was brutally truthful, and still very poetic. Very nice. It was something I could connect to. I loved this line, "Have you ever stared intently at someones face and despised them so much that you could envision wrapping your fingers around their throat and extracting the life out of them only to realize that you've been staring in the mirror?"

[The Analog Kid]

Mass-production causes one to scream out for a purpose. Also, I like the last paragraph. The writer's voice poses a great question. Weary soul...nice!

[Kiddx]

Finally, when it does appear it's in the form of malicious pessimism or wicked sarcasm? Love and hate one in the same, loathing the love your heart wants to release, loving your tormented soul for giving you a purpose. Fine lines that if crossed will drop you to your knees like a marionette.This world is filled with unreliable truths and unforgiving people..

So much truth in this write, especially these lines right here, this is wonderful, a most enjoyable read.

[Adela Muresan]

Fascinating how many things people keep hidden inside.
I wasn't expecting a comment upon adolescence in the last part, but I liked just the same, even if it is sadder than the rest.

A.M.