The future of a hollow reality

I have grown for some time now to despise the
conventional masses, with their mechanical ideals,
and the absence of any profound words of sincerity
or compassion.

What scratches the scabs in my mind are the ones without
character or a emotion that seem to brush off their calamities
while preaching to the infected. My thoughts become diseased
needles of self infliction as i see these temptresses exposing
their flawless features yielding the desire of irresistible
temptation.

So what makes you think your a goddess by any means? You would
rather breaks hearts than to heal. I fail every time to cannot
comprehend why you would give your soul and praise to the ones
that mistreat you and value you only as their next trophy
of impure intentions.