The Emptiness That Plagues Them

“People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.” - Ramona L. Anderson

"We've been broken, beaten, held up for kicks, ain't had none o' this. We've been lashing out, crashing about, but we still remember to breathe..." - Lifestyle

I'm actually all talked out.

I'm a liar, a hypocrite, a devil in my own right. I'm everything I always said I wouldn't be. I have become her. The empty, hollow shell that kills, breaks, wounds and haunts. Now I am the one hunted, haunted, ashamed. Step one; check. Not really though. It is never enough, is it? You take all of these things and you bottle them up, stuff 'em so far up there that one day you're so full of it you throw it all up in one beat, then another. You shoot all these things around you and somewhere that little girl who always cared screams at you to stop... but you don't. You never do. You just keep on killing everything good you had for some moronic reason you can't really figure out. I mean what the fuck, why can't I just stop?! What is it that makes it so hard I can't just stop?

The wheels start spinning and they spin so hard and so fast I get sick but I can't look away, I can never look away. Not for a second do I stop and actually question if this is really right. The wheels are pretty, interesting, dangerous... And I'm an idiot.

//Em