Tarnished OpinionsTarnished opinionsTarnished Opinions
For too long I have listened to the voices
of those who pretend to know the truth. Blasphemy, heresy, lies and slander Who is to tell is what is real And what is false?
Not I Surely I am no ideal specimen My thoughts are not my own They are yours.
My opinion is formed through foreign lips The indigenous rights we are given do not apply for the common
Twisted truths you tell An unwholesome deed You speak of
But awareness dawns And I see you for what you are The selfish spawn of our o
PrologueProloguePrologue
The room was dark. Not just the empty nothingness that comes in the night, but the darkness that comes when one knows that their light is fading. My lungs felt as if they were filled with rocks. Breathing became a chore, in which I was often rewarded with blood. I sat there for what felt like days, the skin on my wrists chaffed away leaving two burning circlets of crimson. The pain from my head barely dulled the sharp pangs from my broken ribs. My body felt dead, broken. The edges of my vision blackened and my sight slowly started to fade. Until then I thought I knew what darkness was. I thought darkness was s
