Daniels Delousions

(This is genuinely just a short story I wrote in one day when I was bored. it's kind of sad once you read it though)

"Your clock stopped a long while ago yet, you still seemed to stagger around like a pestilent bug. You let your delusions cloud your vision, you lost your job 5 years ago, yet you still go down there- and then that house. Poor thing condemned and crumbling yet you still visit- as if your family is still there like you didn't kill them for no other reason than your own selfishness."