Act II: The Act Of Despair
Useless victims and broken minds ain’t nothing like breaking me and crossing those lines. We have all witnessed first hand the betrayal of such world that we almost loathe in it, like its our bath water on a Sunday night. We cringe for the final moments of a massacre and the last seconds to a suicide. Its just the world has grown bored, we see the same thing played over, the span of 200 years. Were just the audience at a play, substituting the flowers for crow bars and knives.
Were more then striving artists, were the artists that starve the art, choking out the last ounce of breath it once possessed. We smile at the sight of sin and that’s just the beginning of the end of this world we call ‘normal’…there is clearly nothing ‘normal’ about it.
The moment of realization will come when we are down, out and broken, and asking for hope, but hope will leave us behind, hope will be the ones in the audience with the crow bars and knives and hope will have the wicked smiles on their face and they will be singing that song…the death song, the white song…it will be our finale song.
But what do I know, I am already broken and the closes thing I got to a happy ending is mere despair.
