Lost little losers

I can't imagine being any more fragile. The world offers no solutions. Only thieves and liars. I feel disgust for the ones I called friends. It's their crazies. Not mine. It's them in my nightmares and beneath my bed. The one I loved is now the boogie man. No amount of warm milk and sweet dreams can save us now. I don't respect the weak at heart. My propriety, strength of character is so much more that what they are. It's the simplest and most childish game with nothing but a lack of imagination and stupidity at the center. Oh and bow good it feels to feel suddenly stronger than ever. Clear eyed. Chin up. Top gun style. I pray for the hand of my God to be upon them. If there ever was a victory to revel in I would say it is here and now.