The Effects Of Departure From Ideal Proportions

No compassion as i pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief disappointment slaps me in the face i lose my ability to speak
This thoughtless acceptance this absolute horror and now i watch i watch it pull you in eyes once filled with passion existing
For the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect morals decay i turn and walk the other way in rage but never
Forgetting how easily you turned into what i hate