Shadow Life

The vile line of you conduct pushed you on the grey path of remorse. Fake virtues can´t cover the shame of your vulgar life. Vomit falls, body pain rejected, you are humiliated one more time. You poured you powder weakness into your empty brain, you are sniffing happiness away. No gratification from your actions, just e sick sense of self-abadon. Once power, now total loss of control makes your existence worth the pains of hell. Your passivity makes you a lower man, you addiction is an insult to the beauty of creation. Destroyed by temptation, your inaction is a sybol of every revolution falled. Corroded, apathetic, frustrated, yet arrogant, I wish you death. Your insults have been like gasoline to my fire throughout these years of confrontation. Look what you are now, look what you have become. You disgust me