Destruction.
Written across my face.
Clear as if meant common enough.
The flaw.
An assumption made on being tough.
I don’t like having to be rough.
But damn it, I said, “Enough is Enough.”
The look on your face as you sit there looking shy.
Clearly it states you don’t understand why.
Makes my sanity tumble when all you do is mumble.
There’s no point.
Your path will not be my direct gain.
Not at least because I won’t be the same.
I won’t conceive it.
Believe it.
I’m through with your rugged fluff.
Babbling of the Irrational Mind
soadioh 