Blood Musk

August 12, 2010 - 9:30

And I know, in all reality, it will only get worse. I told him that he is treating us like the refuse of a past life, but I was wrong. It's much less passive. Charged with what I can only process as hatred.
We entertain the worst possible scenarios, and know in our guts that they will probably be realized; in spite of what we've been trained to believe by the very villain since consciousness.
It's confusing on a very base, biological level. I find myself shaking my head to myself, more days of denial and disbelief with no end in sight.
Watching my strong brother weep scream and drool like a baby, I felt I could murder him.
But today I feel nothing, a broken will and mind.

Dead dogs being beaten.