Empty Words

Something I wrote during my 8th grade emo phase, whoo.

Empty words, that's all they were. No substance behind the melody to my tongue, as fake as my own conviction to this disgusting life we all live. My feeling dies as these thoughts meet parchment. My soul wavers beneath the weight of deceit, the fraud of man. My mind wistful at the sick humor it all, the irony that diseases my mind. How could one deceive thyself in such a manner? Going against its very nature, or perhaps its own pretentious humor has devoured all light from this dark world. Even their sacred word they defile with false promises to false Gods. Could they even be filling their own heads with these empty words? I scoff at them as I see them, upon their knees, begin for a forgiveness they believe so swift to come. If justice matters, as they say, then why should they be forgiven? No, they should not. This disturbs and amuses me, the hypocrisy of their very basis of life. The foundations of their society all empty words! How their faces would fall, filled with horror when their blind eyes see their grave mistake. Demons they are! The demons they seek to escape is they themselves. The very spirit of their humanity the being of evil. No hope for this twisted humanity resides in my soul. My passion is now their opposition. I, alone, have seen the true light of this never ending night.