Doomed

Geez, I thought I wrote happier stuff. But no matter, I'll keep on with the depressive stuff which I enjoy writing so much. Here I have to monologues about doom. Enjoy

If the line between hate and love is a fine one, does that mean that we could actually make the world slightly better? Sadly, that is a naïve idea. We are a cursed species, doomed to worry and occupy ourselves with meaningless causes. Unless we find change soon we will be doomed, once and for all. Die! I say, die for we have lost ourselves on the way.

Doomed we are, doomed to fleeting passion that takes control over us and our world destroys. Just as this ink slowly turns black*, so does our passion and our nature slowly poison us. The once pure mind is left black to die. So it is that will we all die: dark,black thoughts filling and drowning us. Black thoughts that slowly kills us from the inside; black thoughts that poison us and leave only ghosts of what our real selves were or could be.