20 February 2013
Contours on a weathered face, signs of age, fallen from grace. Wrinkled hands, worn down soul. No good fills this gaping hole.
Wisdom doesn't come with age, rather arrogance, ignorance, untapped rage. Judgemental of, every heart. Never changed, damned from the start.
Old wives tales, this old mans law. Always right, never loved before. Yet always left, asking for more..
Closed Minded Existance • Opuss № I