The remants of my soul, so heavy with deception and doubt now shrink into a chaos of impurities. Perhaps I could have prevented it, and perhaps I still can but... my will to do so dwindles to a mere nothing. I am left with the faded debris of sorrow that slowly illuminate and fortify the darkness of my personality. When you are a balance, you wish not to be so, but when absence of weight leaves you dormant, a strong craving for that weight envelopes you and your state of mind. You only wish to find the proper balance in being a balance and wish to break free from the weight that is constantly placed upon you. You pine for everyday pleasures and when not achieved, you become hostile and put off to the world. Seemingly, neither justice nor refuge exist. When alone with these feelings, all your emotions take hold of you, cradling your heart in the ever-constant burrowing pit of profound sorrow. Being new, freshly made and naïve, these changes indefinately alter your senses and distort the world as experienced by all that you`ve known. Its a deep and irrational feeling of... defeat.