So you pity the fallen one? But why? Why not the one who has achieved so much more? Why not the one who has almost accomplished their lifetime want? Ah, I see, it is because I almost have is it not? And maybe that I am too fond of myself, why if thats the case I am indeed an all around bad person no?

So skeptical yet very fulfilled by the granted thoughts of others. I get it now, in reality when the ball rolls my way I give up and pass it back. So simple and self-centered I find myself a lesser creation of the times of now when I should be considered far more. Pathetic huh? A penny less makes me a quarter richer, its like walking on broken glass -- the pain hurts so much but I can't help but cry and laugh at the same time. Perfection is the result of sacrifice, to give peace is to take away ones mutual being. If you give nothing you get nothing in return.

Faulty is how you respond in life, never paying sure attention to todays daily challenges. Superstition leads you far, things of text, horoscope, and rumors juice up your entity even far more than before. You become so enticed that you almost forget what is real, its like being hoarded into a corner and only to your left and right are flesh eating carnivores, what's next? You'll cry and panic eventually dying in the whims of your own stupidity, you should have looked up, there was a ladder right above you... Idiot.

This enchantment has become much of an artistry, only looked at and pondered upon to move on and on to the next, to the next, to begin the story again. Don't think too long or you'll forget! If you are focused on one subject for more than 23 minutes you will become bored! Merely the potential of a house wife, you begin as you usually do -- you wake up, look in the mirror, pity yourself as you stare at smeared makeup, turn on the water and wash your face, lopping with H2O drops your makeup cries its way down your face and you dry it away as you do tears. You thus begin your day with the haunting tragedy of life soon too come, you give up.

I've fallen, but you do not pity me, why? Sinking in knee deep water I do not fuss only swallow, the lily pads float across where only seen is the hand lifted up right and struck with rigor mortis. What torment becomes so romantic that you fall into the water after me to find I have already drowned at the bottom of the pond, give up. Walk away, its the only choice you have left, do you pity me now?