I have nothing to say. The bleak emptiness that wreaks havoc on my soul shudders through me like a vagrant storm, dying in its core and yet the edges are ferocious with torrents of hail that cuts through flesh like the sharpest knife.
It almost reminds me of those infomercials late at night, where you can throw a tomato into the air and it will split cleanly as it passes over the knife.
(my soul is an infomercial?)
Sometimes I confuse even myself.
(have i ever been good?)
My soul is tired.