This Day Forward The Effect Of Departure From Ideal Proportion
No compassion as I pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief.
Disappointment slaps me in the face, I lose my ability to speak.
This thoughtless acceptance, this absolute horror.
And now I watch it pull you in.
Eyes once filled with passion,
existing for the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect.
Morals decay, I turn and walk the other way in rage
but never forgetting how easily you turned into what I hate.
