My feelings are my own. I hide behindan ebony fortress of aggression
and anger. Expose myself? Not on your life......Let u in? no such luck...
I'll live in solitude for the rest of my life before I compromise my mask. Like I've said before, my cowardice is my only content. And Iwill give it
up for noone. But I ask myself, when does it stop being coy and bleed
into cowardice? I fear isolation to the point that I isolate myself to
prevent it. The redundance is almost sickening. or is it irony? The
quizzical alggorithums of my mind astound my feeble understanding.
My mind throbs, my heart aches, my soul grieves, and I don't know
why.....My hesitation is my kryptonite......my fear, a crippling cancer
upon my mind. i often ponder to myself, what the hell is wrong with
me....Fear is my 8th deadly sin; hesitation its bastard twin. The
coward's only reward is a righteous fury. The spawn of that fury is hate.
And hate only bears darkness......... Like the shadows within my