If man creates a monster.
Who is then truly the monster?

The creator.

Or the created.

The brighter the light,
the darker the shadow.

The brighter the smile,
the darker the mind.

The heart is a
muscle.
And to grow
stronger,
A muscle needs to
break.

The thing about being an artist.

People only look at the finished work.

Not at the soiled hands which made it.

Goodness comes not from your heart, which is an *****,
but from the memories and choices, you chose to do

I write this,
completely in my right state of mind.

I’m not insane,
But I’ve concluded that is not the case of all mankind.

Why do we exist?
would it not be better with us gone?

I’ve been thinking,
and I think the line has been drawn.

I’ve been thinking, about us,
and why where here.

I think, all things considered,
we should just disappear.