The Effect Of Departure From Ideal Proportion

No compa*sion as I pa*s 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 it pull you in. Eyes once filled with pa*sion, 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.