The Effect Of Departure From Ideal Proportion

This Day Forward

No compassion as I pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief.

Disappointment slaps me in the face, I lose my ability to speak.

This thoughtless acceptance, this absolute horror.

And now I watch it pull you in.

Eyes once filled with passion, existing for the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect.

Morals decay, I turn and walk the other way in rage but never forgetting how easily you turned into what I hate.