Wednesday, May 31, 2006


Why, when the world falls apart, must we feast on anothers pain.
Why, do we let fester wounds that grow and choke and kill.
Why, does our nature want to throw all good away.

For us, for our own selfish nature, for the things that make us who we've never wanted to be, yet we become that person, never allowed to go back, yet always digging.