I've seen many dark things in my life that have forever scared my soul, the very center of my being. Foreboding nightmares plague my every slumber. They foretell of a blight that is to soon take us all into its embrace.
I search for answers through philosophy,
and through history. I think that maybe if I could just get people to recollect their past mistakes, that perhaps we may be saved from this perilous plight. Diligently I study--studying seems to be becoming madness. This madness, it erodes my soul, and rips a hole asunder in my biological make-up. More insanity seeps from the gaping wound. But...ownward I study, and try to find an antidote. Nothing comes to mind.
Memory after memory, I study the minds of lives that have been raped. They offer some significant knowledge, but most of it is dead to me. No longer relevant to the present times.
Knowledge of government and commom sense seems to be lacking in these days. Maybe the last days. This is the material that makes the void in my mind. It also induces my feverish studies, and maybe my insanity too.
Night slowly becomes day, but the madness, it consumes me. It will never let me rest. Will anything stop this? No answer. Should I expect one? The voices inside my head seem to have shunned me and left me alone. Alone inside the void that inhabits my mind.
Lonliness overtakes me as I stare in bewilderment at the chaos outside my window.