No compassion as I pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbeief. Disappointment slaps me in the face; I lose my ability to speak. This thoughtless acceptance, this absolute horror, and now I watch. I watch it pull you in. Eyes once filled with passion, exsisting for the moment, never taking in acknowledgement or self-respect. Morals decay. I turn and walk the other way in rage. But never forgetting how easily you turned into what I hate.