violent imagery

11/17/2008 prose

I search lyrics and photos for an explanation as to how i came to this despondent location . These words encapsulate my actions into a pattern and i envision your life destructed, with no meaning. Your eyes hold such discontent as i accuse and admonish your happy little mess. My focus is lost as i have become a hypocrite, look into the mirror at my own illusions. Still exasperation intrudes my sensibility, I find myself falling into it. My eyes see clearly my own intentions, I fixate on turning words into actions. Anger is a form of malice, often inflicted upon ones self and others throughout a lifetime. I'm starting to believe my self diagnosis is accurate, my only question is will i allow myself to drown here?