Your fate was sealed by the seeds of fear Your mind had sown. Your body had become numb. A husk was once a vessel. You became dead weight to yourself. Or does the mirror lie? Or has the loss of her fucking kept you here? Grievances possesses the mind. A mind that never sleeps. It mutilates the wisdom. Eradicates the peace. Nothing is ever good enough, when nothing is ever good Day in, day out. The ritual of grief.