The Purple Beanie Boredom Writings

Again night has washed over this city with a blanket of false promises and a shroud for those who only exist in darkness. Bright neon signs display themselves vividly in an almost defiant act towards the blackness that the night has brought along with it. It seems like I've been traveling down these streets for an eternity, seeing the hungry, the poor, and the waste that roams in between the cracks and alleys of the city, never having enough courage to show themselves in the daylight. Dirty politicians and their dirty rules have made this city more of a hell with each passing day and night, oblivious to the repercussions they have set for themselves, assuming that there will never be too high a price to pay. It is nights like these I can feel myself age, like the sand in a time keeper, I can feel the years slip through my grip as I gaze out and see I'm not the only one infected by this sociable disease. Most choose not to get involved with what they do not understand, but then again it would seem that most choose to not even try to understand. So they sit, still and idle as the world around them falls to pieces, never moving out of line, never breathing on their own. I have felt my inner self wanting to grasp my hands around their throats and end their meaningless existence while screaming to the Heavens that none of them deserved to live anyways, but it's always with a heavy heart that I bite my tongue and let those who live vicariously through their governments continue to do just that. It seems all I can do at this point is gaze out into the eternal night and try to comprehend just how endless it has become over the years, biting my time, sitting on my hands until the cancer that has been eating this city piece by piece finally turns it's attention to me. Some would blame others for the way this world has become, most would blame a religious figure such as a God for their problems and curse his name until the day the can no longer breathe another breath of the putrid air they have come to rely on, while all the while it is only few that truly understand that we have sealed out own fates, it is our choices and the willpower that was bestowed upon us so many years ago that lead to where we are now, and when this city is no more and the world finally burns, cleansing itself back to purity, I will see the many crawling over each other for salvation, and I will lie back and finally understand that in the end we were never meant for the world just as the world was never meant for us, and I shall smile as it reclaims all that once belonged to it...