Yet ANOTHER set of random thought

Another set of random thoughts

Forgotten victims lash out for a voice, while an internal murder attempt is desperately engaged deep inside the thoughts of a brilliant mind.

Under the blade is the salty sweat of a fear of an end to something that never began.

Feel the grey liquid sun pour it's emotion on the catatonic.  Another question unanswered.

Imagination is a cruel gift.  Children the world with magic while adults create horrors beyond description.

Impossible is nothing without the belief you can drown a fish.  Try it.

Embrace the culture of those who are opposed, there may be common ground to find harmony.

Those most colorblind cannot distinguished between blood in the sand and the comforting twinkle of dancing stars on a clear night.

Vocabulary is the illusion of intelligence.  Tell that to those without tongues.

How can you place the value of a life spent attempting to achieve an enlightened state of grace when the other side remains unknown?  Is it worth it, or am I demonic?

Honor is brought to those who win the battle of temptation, to include those unfortunate enough to have nothing to fight for.

Love is a word given to something that repeats itself, but is never the same.  Oxymoron.

The volume of silence is deafening to someone who has taught others to supress their dependency on that which brings most comfort.

Should someone who has given up allowed citizenship to reality while so many wait outside for another chance?

Remember me, a tale of twists and deceptions.  Smoke and mirrors, a justice delivered by an insulted jury.

Calloused hands reap what they have been trained to produce.  Never saw it coming.

Another collage of words trying to settle the need for unattainable answers, but my heart still beats unsteady.