I am pride. I am discouragement. Self loathing, but egotistical, an ignorant fuck. An average heathen who just waits for their turn to speak. Convinced in thinking they know when their end will be.
But I am shit no different and no better. Similar skin stretched over similar bone. I want answers for coming days. I want a reason for what was and what will be. I try to look to no god, nor any man. I see that a weakness at best. But in our dire moments we need something to blame. We turn to a light we will never see
You need me more than I need you.
I wish that was true, I wish that was true.
Faith is humanities answer for the fear they can not face.
A fear that we are with out purpose, that we are truly alone.