Life of a loser...

Run boy, RUN!! Running towards the unassuming nothingness we wallow in. Trudging the worn path, driven by love and hate and everything in between. Dancing the steps with the beggars and would be thieves who run ragged and vengeful through the corridors. Futher up and further in, creeping and dodging towards a little point of light through the darkness and madness. So close as to smell the sweet smell of success, yet too far to taste bittersweet victory. What drivel escapes sometimes. The madness keeps me sane and the darkness feeds the anger. I will but conquer what I must.