The Open Matt Project

Hades 32

Tell yourself whatever you need to. Make the confessions you need to convince yourself what you did was right. Look at yourself and consider, was this the best you could do - was this the best you had to offer?

You fool, oh you fool.

So she told you what she knew. He said what needed saying. You took what you had and ran with it. You ran as hard as you could. It was the fear that made you do it, the terror of what was to come, the vision of impossibility.

You poor fool, oh you fool.

It's a comfort to see you're not alone. You're surrounded by righteousness, if not right. Listen to those voices that whisper the scampering truths you need to persist.

Sad fool, unknowing fool.

Do not fall prey to the knowledge you have. Strike yourself deaf to the pleas of your gut, and march grimly with the self-sacrifice of golden knowledge. Who are you to question what your lying heart tells you? Listen to the beckoning of betrayal and tremble in its view.

Oh, you terrible fool.

Posted by Matt at March 14, 2005 11:44 PM