False Cause
As far back as I can remember, my life has been propelled forward by false hope and unobtainable dreams.
As far back as I can remember, my false hope has been let down, dropped like a hot brick, crushing into a million ragged shards.
I hoped for my mother's heart to heal and for her body to recuperate. My prayers were answered with a dead lady and a monster beneath her tombstone.
I hoped to atone for my sins, to restore my brother's natural body to him, and perhaps regain my own limbs. I haven't seen him in over two years, and I still walk around dragging these goddamn prosthetics.
In my heart of hearts, I hoped to be able to let fall my impenetrable barrier, to let go my oppressive responsibility and allow myself a single moment's rest on someone else's shoulders.
I left behind the only man, the only person, who's ever held such an interest in me in hopes of saving my brother, whom I may never even see again.
As far back as I can remember, my life has been nothing but a false cause strung together by a million false dreams.