justmeish

To fight injustice with another form of injustice is more than misguided, it makes one worse than those they oppose. . . As I trudge through eternity one thousand delirious moments manipulate our language heaving life into frantic winds storms driving under my skin eat dream and scream sweet madness and beneath the sky's shadow I want to flood the delicate picture bitter blood crushes love fast why am I so weak? I ask time cries out always true a symphony of aching produced is beauty over music stopped