Revolutionize?
I read the words that you spun today and gazed upon them with a feeling of emptiness and a weak sort of oppression.
You are naive in your own crude way, preaching intelligence, or what you think appears as intelligence.
You want the abyss that so many of us carry yet hide away from, you seem to want it- it appears to you as if its a rare prize. You want to appear and converge as one of us, you think that by not laying even one card on the table you appear as strong?
Mysterious?
Intriguing?
No, you are too strong to succumb to opening up, oh what fools we are for not following you in your perfect footsteps.
You think we are weak? Naive, stupid? Because we make mistakes we are wrong?
As You do not make mistakes...You are strong.
Ha. You are wrong.
You are in fact the weakest of us all, the more you hide, the more obvious it is on your sleeve.
I look into the books you claim to have read and understand with great depth, and I can see the next chapter,
 I sort of pity you. Because if one like yourself refuses at this delicate age to open the inner workings, to refuse to brave the exposure...How will you ever? Will you repeat the history you have born witness too, because you are in fact too much like the one you try to ignore- you want to be the melancholy sort.
You seem to think you can delve and look into the intricacies of the cogs of our blackened climate and make a judgement, what do you know?
You think that by doing this you are plunging into the stream of our hearts, the stream that turns into the river, flowing with your quotes- unbecoming and ugly, but you see them as wise, you want that, but you are too weak to admit it. I don't care if your arrogant work was a jest to impress those of your facade.
You struck a nerve and exposed yourself.
You seem to think the words you weave are powerful, poignant, decadent to us.
 The "beauty" that you have woven, is not beauty, it is poison.
And only to yourself, I see it in the water you have poured it in.
You disappoint me.
I have always been there, the strongest chess piece at your side, but you conformed, and I was an old piece, so you shoved me back, for newer,shinier, prettier... weaker pieces. I still stayed, oh but you began to resent that, to observe that I was not in fact whom of which you wanted, you began to saw the rope I had thrown in to save you with a jest in your eyes,
Oh how you thought you shone like a Christmas decoration! You wanted only appear to them as something to envy, you abandoned, the things that mattered anyhow,
You won't get them back!
You won't change in your heart, you only conform, if I were to return to be that chess piece, after a while you would be lured back to those newer pieces and the past would repeat itself.
I watch from afar now. I watch you and study how you destroy yourself, but you only believe that you are making yourself better, another point to add to your meter of how you think we envy you.
I'm not in that realm anymore, that realm of pretense only to please others only doing the same thing- only to get selfish satisfaction in the end. What an Arrogant life you lead!
Although my universe may be darker, at least I know which path is mine! I'm not following  ones that your "trusted" companions follow only lead to a dead end in the blind hope that that poison you created is in fact beauty, because you don't have the courage to find your own path. Maybe then a glimmer of beauty would be created, but alas how would I expect that of someone like yourself?
You were once someone. Now you've thrown yourself into the melting pot.
What would I call you now?
Oh, that's it. Much like the aftermath of a bomb-
You are truly a bittersweet brutality my dear.