We live, We die

For me to live, but a life filled with grief, is far more accurate than that of happiness. 

Anguish & despair, a road known all too well.

All that was once here, has slowly succumbed into the inevitable darkness that seeps through the floorboards.

Pity is but an awful thing to have for someone; because with it, you have opened yourself up to that same world with which a soul has already been lost to.

With every waking moment, the cold, cold core of sorrow, death, & sadness, begins a new life of its own.

Of which, with every new baby born, a chance for change occurs; a chance of love, a chance of hope, a chance of peace, & a chance for happiness.

Both fight to the deaths, & depths of life neither fully understand. 

Forever battling the good & the bad.