Imagine being something that can never be destroyed, yet can only destroy. And so, not only can you not end the negation that your existence brings, but you will continue destroying everything you come across.


Everybody wants a reason for everything
It’s so much easier with someone or something to blame
I’ve always struggled at the root of the problem
Has it been absence, or my constant lack of defense
I’ve never spent a lot on finding the remedy
I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason I guess
That’s why I’ve always turned to writing it down