writing Apathetic

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Cast aside in bitter winds.

Apart from the benevolent natures.

When the last candle fades,

Flickers its last, and turns to black.

All will see the child cry.

 

Angrily holding a knife.

Saddening itself without mortal emotion.

Accepting no reason other than the pain which is known to be real.

Entering the bliss of a blade driven through flesh.

No one would dare, nor would anyone try to care for it.

 

Wicked days of despair and pondering over pitiful answers.

Thoughts are least entertaining when the ever present eye sees you trying.

All answers to it's questions are no longer present.

Anything worth trying for, in the end must be worth dying for.

By logic cast aside and yearning to be freed from menatl solitude.

 

Could it possibly be true that you have found yourself with a care?

It should not be taken lightly that all intersests are crossed.

 

 

-David Favret

 

I have no sleep.... and I decide to write this piece of crap, good day sirs and or madams.