Dear Conscience

Dear Conscience,

The perpetual cycle of monotony is unrelenting as ever. I find myself once again fruitlessly trying to satiate the unreasonable demands of the ill-willed Corporate swines. Alas, the little fortitude I may have had, has fallen by the wayside. Every day is more treacherous than the last, and my lack of backbone only adds further fuel to this nightmarish cesspit. My mind wanders involuntarily down an inscrutable path to another realm that does not exist, thus I am deceived by my own naivety and resigned to these pitiful pipe dreams. And this stolid affair does not cease here, for once this obstacle has been overcome by the impossible laws of luck, there is the world of toxic mediums to add to my dismay; people who appear just as I in human form, but whose minds and beliefs are too abhorrent to comprehend. They thrive on the ever-growing platforms that aid the delivery of their callous, apish tirades.

I am left spent, hopeless and aged to the core. 

Yours indefinitely, 

Your Weakness