25 September 2012
It's strange
the wildly differing array of those who live
that find themselves falling deeper and deeper
into the epitome of destruction.
It's strange
to fathom the extremities of both good and evil
each meeting in the same place
coming to the same despicable end.
It's strange
that someone like me can feel so low
yet I know I am quite extraordinary
compared to the disgust I witness every day.
It's strange to live
still I figure it's strange to die.
But the clearest point in living
is to make a story of you and I.
Our Story • Opuss № I