Just wait for the anchor, to sink this ship

If there is anything more delicious than original sin, it could quite possibly be that some still try. We all know those few who are Mother Teresa in the public eye. Life, is a game of humility, and I'm sorry to say my friend, nobody comes out a victor. I have retired myself to the sidelines, to watch the last few of whom still believe all they need is a smile and their daily horoscope. I actually find it humorous that some cling to the thought that everything will in fact, be okay. Because in reality, it will never be okay. But it's not a matter of who comes out alive or not, it's whether or not you even survived at all. Which by the time you're tossed around a bit, and roughed up on the edges, won't even seem to be a priority. Now is the time to cleanse the wounds with the nearest hard liquor, and bite down on wood because who ever said 'it's only up from here', has never been to the abyss. However, I do see a spark of hope in the eyes of the virgins of the jaded, that assume their existence is even merely absorbed by the others. Care, is the stuff of Hallmark cards, and is only exuded when televised. This small flame however is quickly put out, as even the very notion of hope is blasphemous.  I've seen time and time again, ships, crash willingly and eagerly into shores, knowing that after the lighthouse, there's nothing to become of them. I have come to conclude, that nothing matters, and neither does anybody else. As much as we run to preach from mountaintops, just because deep down we all know that anything means nothing, when nobody can hear. In this beauteous shipwreck of life, the only one we would even consider saving is ourselves, but don't tell the others that. The small fraction of enlightened though, know to bring a sweater because in the darkest trench of the sea, it's freezing.