Confession

The more I struggle, the more I go deeper into Sin City. Is there any way out of this cellar, of this hellish demise in Fate? I cling to faith which I always compromise. I hope for love which I always antagonize. I dream of peace which I always undermine. I live for purpose which I always customize. I take for granted all the time that I have, every little precious moment that others could only dream about. Yes, I take theirs for granted every time I use mine nonchalantly. I feel brilliance in my existence, a brilliance I cannot share for I think of people as unpolished scraps of metal, yet they think of me as their brother. This has always been me, full of secrecy and deceit. I’ve fallen deeply, seething my anguish and abhorrence amidst others. I walk in a path of righteousness tainted with my soiled ego and painted with my lavish desires…