Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit. Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more. Upon my head lies a bright neon halo. Its blinding light can only appease one's insipid resentment for so long. The weight on my weakened shoulders increases as you recover sight progressively. A disposable smile discretely veils my contempt for your significant innacuracy. Words have never been this painful. I beg on my knees to win your acceptance. Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit. Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more. Upon my head lied a bright neon halo. Its blinding light has faded. I should have known better. A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed. Only then will you know how much I have resented your company. That day will come. |
