superogue-KD

Drip. That damn faucet is crying again. Every morning I wake up to that damn thing weeping down that damn rusty drain in that damn fungus fellowed sink. It's enough to drive someone damn mad! This place could drive anyone mad. Every damn day it's the same. Grey empty wall. Grey empty floors. Grey empty ceilings. Grey empty bars. The damn sky's probably grey. But, I wouldn't know, I don't have a damn window. Looking between the cold grey bars of my cold grey cell all I see are other old grey faces. They don't smile, they don't talk, they probably don't even cry. Just that damn faucet! Surveying the other cells I can see them stretch as far as

To love is to give one's heart without remorse. However, this does not mean that one's love must be equally accepted by the recipient. So too is my story. Why must I fall for an earth-bound angel, only to be pushed aside? Why, after treating another with respect, honour and kindness, are my feelings repelled away, as a shield blocks a blow? My hopes exceed their bounds I would suppose. Chivalry, decency, respect, values which were once held in the highest esteem are now trampled and spat upon. Moved aside or thrown away entirely for the values of today's world, indecency, vanity and impropriety. Our world has become a place and time of moral