Heartbroken mispoken, all the time and pain and they still won't give a token of gratitude, just pain and then the faintest of memory of who they are. Turns out, they're everywhere, surrounding and suffocating all woth the inability to think on their own. But seek attention when tired of the silence. These people have sought the best using method of pure hate and cowardness. They fight, destroy, and kill for greed, power, pleasure, and attention. The sickness consumes the ones around it. They get hooked on it. Like a drug of destruction. Fighting never gives them enough pleasure. Until the enemy lay still and forever unconscious. Slaughtered for the pleasure of the game. Mixed up, washed up, useless emotions. Cut up, ripped off peaceful sanity. What's the point of them if not to give them the medicine they dish out. Pure sanity is indeed forever known as a myth.
