Did you ever desire to see the crimson flow of freedom coursing from your veins into a wild chaotic world.
When I was young I dreamed that the world was fair and just and there was good in the world.
As I grew I refused to become jaded, even forsaking my pain to believe that the inherant good of man was stronger than a draw to greed and evil.
And I suffer because I want to believe in something that is not there that does not exist. A good that is so far removed from our lives and our wills that it is the myth that powers my life and causes pain at every step
I am the most naive of hte niave..I still stand here wanting to believe in these childish notions I once thought were law...knowing they are untrue and yet begging with all my soul that one day I should see them.
I was failliable too...
the river flows red now...with the life of my innocence.