I am dying. The parts of me that once made up the happy soul you loved, are decaying inside an animated corpse. The truth that love has no place in modern society has delivered the final blow. Hypocritical religions have poisoned me, power-hungry governments have stabbed me in
the back, the media has infected me with all manner of contagious disease, and worst of all, I have cannibalized myself for fear of not being a part of this sad-satire called humanity.
I have learned to revere those who I am told to revere, but I resist it. I change my skin at the turn of a magazine page, but go back when I realize my folly.
Nothing I do has value unless the proper paperwork is filled out, but I live under the radar as much as I can. I have gladly given responsibility for my life over to anyone who will accept it, but now I take it back.
Now I must give up the one person in my life, the Reason to my Passion, with whom Allah blended my soul before casting us in quickened stone, because Humanity has decreed our love unholy.
I am disgusted with Man.
I am disgusted with society.
Mostly, I am disgusted with myself for gladly putting myself into a position where I have to exalt the lies in order to follow the truth.
Therefore, I am dying.
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