by Westley Nash
There is no Saviour to be found here...
No hero or champion to lead the charge toward brighter lands.
Just a broken and desperate man who struggles in vain every single day to find even the most fragile of hopes with which to cling to.
Holding on to a pathetic delusion by bloodied fingertips in a frantic last ditch effort,
to avoid falling down into darkest oblivion that lurks far below like a relentless beast,
ready to consume him entirely.
Such a fool he was to think that he could save anyone
when he cannot even save himself from this shameful, inevitable demise!
An unavoidable destiny carved in solid granite from the day of his birth,
that will forever shepherd this disaster stained sheep on toward an early grave
marked with a crumbled headstone that expresses a faded epitaph as meaningless as the man that inspired it.
This is not a fight...
It's just emotional brutality!
Psychological abuse doled out on a daily basis by an uncaring world that never changes and never softens its savage onslaught.
It's as though he's nothing but a Crash Test Dummy!
The unwilling victim of a series of deliberate crashes
one after the other after the other,
and within each and every collision
yet another piece of him is lost to the fury....