One Human's State

Too much plagues this mind for such a simple day as today. Why must humanity self-destruct itself in such a manor to disrupt the natural flow of the universe. When those who would rather get lost in time get choked around the neck by it. A plague upon humanity is not life nor death, its a limbotic state of torture. Who ordered such pain to radiate through out this world. To massacre such thoughts of light to dark destruction. Where is the golden rope to entwine within my fingers to save me from such peril. Does it take form in shape, or hide in dreams that will never come true. -End-