Gone are the days of desolation and stillness.
Gone are the days of hostility, and murdering other people’s thoughts for my own.
Gone are the days of the hatred.
Gone is me.
The me that is loathing, and jealous.
The me, who leers at the sun.
Who smiles in the downfall of those I despise.
Me who won’t care to listen to conflicting arguments.
The me who shoves words down the throats of unsuspecting sufferers,
judging those who seem to be more certain about themselves.
I’m gone.
It’ll all be gone.