I am embittered. Exhausted of all reason and grit. I feel it on the periphery, as all humanity feel it in their hearts. When their hope withers, and their dreams erodes. And the demons and devils gnash their jagged maws in the dark when we find no rhyme or reason to cling to our comforts. Shall we spit upon ourselves,, to spite the earth that birthed us? Is there light left to burn, for us damned hollows? ||Classical//Drama//Supernatural. Selective.
