You place yourself miles away. Away from a crowd that reeks of pleasantries and joyousness. The distance you put between them and yourself is as great as pitch darkness, depriving this void any glimpse of light. Thinking to yourself that this distance will build up a wall of immunity to the goodness life holds. Little do you know, that misery seeks company as well.
You find a home in dark alleys and shelters, hoping to never cross paths with happiness. Human, yet your soul darkened to ash, your heart calls out for this burden to be uplifted. Though battered, scarred and tormented, it is fragile. You'll meet strangers' eyes with utmost determination, never once to look away and give way to shame, sorrow or regret. Your ego, by this time is all that matters.
All necessary measure taken to lead a worthless life, alas, you're not one to be satisfied and die away with relief. You point your fingers up and point in all directions. Hoping to end a misers' life, the only source of wealth being misery, never once have you looked in to this stone cold heart of yours, and realized that there is a hole, as vast as the blue ocean floor, that's endless. The walls you build around yourself, pointless.
