Once in the darkness, and oft by the sea.
I sit alone and ponder, why the pain is left in me.
There is no sun in my pasture,
to help my infertile lands grow.
There is no happines stirring,
and nothing left for the reaper to mow.
Within the darkness standing, she sits with a grin.
Her vile blood a flowing, joyful for her sin.
She feels not the light of the sun,
and see's not the silver of the moon.
Walking only within the shadow,
her presense, her life, shrowded in gloom.
Do you ever wonder if a person who dicks over another person ever actually feels guilt or remorse for their actions? I often believe that these people spin their lies so often, and so tight that they can no longer remember the truth, and take their created misfortunes for the reality of the situation. Yet, in their own lies they are happy. Perhaps this is how they dull the pain, or silence thier conciounce. What is left for the wounded then? There is no closeur to be had, no sorrow for the guilty, no apologies from those who wronged you. They are happy in thier owns lies. How does one forgive the person who does not feel they need to be forgiven? and if you give not that forgiveness, how then does one find the closeur they need to release thier pain?
To much Poe..
I sit alone and ponder, why the pain is left in me.
There is no sun in my pasture,
to help my infertile lands grow.
There is no happines stirring,
and nothing left for the reaper to mow.
Within the darkness standing, she sits with a grin.
Her vile blood a flowing, joyful for her sin.
She feels not the light of the sun,
and see's not the silver of the moon.
Walking only within the shadow,
her presense, her life, shrowded in gloom.
Do you ever wonder if a person who dicks over another person ever actually feels guilt or remorse for their actions? I often believe that these people spin their lies so often, and so tight that they can no longer remember the truth, and take their created misfortunes for the reality of the situation. Yet, in their own lies they are happy. Perhaps this is how they dull the pain, or silence thier conciounce. What is left for the wounded then? There is no closeur to be had, no sorrow for the guilty, no apologies from those who wronged you. They are happy in thier owns lies. How does one forgive the person who does not feel they need to be forgiven? and if you give not that forgiveness, how then does one find the closeur they need to release thier pain?
To much Poe..
one must forgive because fear, pain, and regret are the most eroding of emotions. it doesn't matter if the other person doesn't feel they deserve forgiveness. forgiveness is designed to help the forgiver.
i do wonder, OFTEN, if someone who dicks over another person actually feels guilt or remorse for their actions. people who constantly lie actually live their lies as their reality - for if one is a good liar, they must make it their reality, otherwise they'd be fked.
as for your thought, i think it depends. at my work, we once had a jar of money on the counter for people to donate to the AIDS walk. some ghetto dude ran off with the jar full of donations. he had to feel at least a slight bit remorseful. but then again, people justify their actions to make it okay in their minds. but there has to be at least a fleeting moment of remorse.