Another Day
It is a new day.
A new day for contemplation and misery.
Life always seems to be incomplete, no matter how hard you try to fulfill it.
Death.
Death offers the absolute redemption to any lost cause.
Love.
The pointed sword that pierces through any heart, no matter how hard or cold.
Hate.
Is the only absolute feeling besides Love, unbiased and uncontrollable.
Humanity.
Is but the mortal existence of lost souls trying to find reason for their being when there is absolutely none..
Lives lived in insanity and uncertainty, misjudgment and temperance.
I.
Nothing but a speck of dust, insignificant compared to the infinity of the universe.
Chaos.
Is infinite and constant.
