Blissful Ignorance is a myth

            Lost more than I care to ponder on, in the quest of my starry eyed blunder,none hit harder than being robbed of my pride and self-worth. Time to free up this torn up tattered completely shattered heart. Reality is paced at a slow crawl as all else is sped up.Youthful radiance turns dark from the suffering drank me up and now empty space has no spark.Trust again and again left standing alone in my atonement.The few and the proud only know actions of knowing not.A toast to be boasted in the roast ,cheered gleeful in accomplishing the destruction of a beautiful girl,into a pile of rubble.Soon as always is never forever along the fine line of infinity.Lost in the pursuit of finding flaws I see now I am who I am made to be...imperfect,when my soul died a thousand times in the game.