No Fancy Name

Ridiculous . You ignore the first time , laugh it the second , third time is a pain , frustrated by the fourth ,angered by the fifth , retaliating the sixth time .
Foolishness and cowardice disguised . Horrific self righteousness. Shameless pretence. The sickening madness. The sadistic acceptance. Excruciating anger and the deafening silence. Humiliating the soul , agonizingly embayed in the darkest corners. Existence so hollow.

Pray i don't shout, because if i do , you will shudder with intense disgust.
Futile is the explanation , for the meaning shall always elude you.
Pray i don't stare into your eyes , then, there will be nothing left to say, no one left to blame.

Beautiful things destroyed. In so subtle a manner . Futile seems the purpose . Futile .
Times killed . Heartlessly . Killing you , killing me , killing all we had.

Something in my flesh , to turn this day in a hideous night. Something to relieve me of the sickening madness. For then i wont care if you live or die. For then , i shall see again, the beauty in a fallen leaf , a deserted road , a hopeless life and a dead soul.