I Refuse To Care

To walk towards a cum stained table and, an empty bottle at the corner with only loneliness, echoing threw the heart of the cave. There is only stories to be told, no time for the scars that carves the hardened skin of a cave. A voice waiting for a scream to existanse with nothing to lose, but gain in the society of man. 'Tis not wrong to believe a man, becomes mad for or because of a woman. 'Tis not wrong to believe a man, becomes mad for or because of a death. 'Tis the beginning of a conscious decision to refuse to care, where you should be scared.