I toe the line between the innocent and the guilty. I tread the space not met between the light or the dark. This path of the everyman. I am society
We all wear faces of kings, wisened images of majesty. Yet we're all one and the same, our facades ever pushed to schism. We recite bitter poetry, scorning
If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity, We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to
