remorse isn’t a part of my life anymore,
any atrocity that i commit doesn’t shake me to my core anymore,
love me or hate me,
it’s all the same
•••
maybe that’s why im so flawed,
maybe that’s why when i cut people off i don’t feel an ounce of regret,
perhaps it’s just an empty victory,
one tainted with satisfaction and subtle despair,
the decorum of a deranged mind,
where lack of prudence breeds recklessness,
lack of warmth breeds detachment,
and lack of conscience breeds mortal sin
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
remorse isn’t a part of my life anymore,
any atrocity that i commit doesn’t shake me to my core anymore,
love me or hate me,
it’s all the same
•••
maybe that’s why im so flawed,
maybe that’s why when i cut people off i don’t feel an ounce of regret,
perhaps it’s just an empty victory,
one tainted with satisfaction and subtle despair,
the decorum of a deranged mind,
where lack of prudence breeds recklessness,
lack of warmth breeds detachment,
and lack of conscience breeds mortal sin
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