At the Day's End

"The scorn of all men, looked down upon by those who are esteemed. Worn away like the fist imprinted, dusty old sandbag beside the place of barbaric brawls chipped away like the paint on moldy tenemen..."

"What is it with existence? The high pinnacle of a mountain, then Deep aquatic murkiness, obscurity Then again, the victory of overcoming Where does it start? Who knows the end? I know it’s in my pocke..."

"Br(o)od Sometimes I feel lost in this big world, roving forlornly through a sea of darkness Sometimes I feel blinded in the fog of depression, the thickness of it even suffocates me Sometimes it’s as..."