You have the luxury to condemn me from a distance. You have not lived through what I have. You spit my name, and curse me. But it pales in comparison to how I curse myself.
Every day I curse my pride. I curse my thirst for knowledge. I curse my insatiable, damnable curiosity. But most of all, I curse my eyes.
Aye, for what they have read cannot be unread. For what they have seen forever haunts me every moment they remain open - or closed...
Every day I curse my pride. I curse my thirst for knowledge. I curse my insatiable, damnable curiosity. But most of all, I curse my eyes.
Aye, for what they have read cannot be unread. For what they have seen forever haunts me every moment they remain open - or closed...