lazy guilty days.
lonely guiltier nights.
need to face,need to evade.
chaos within me,created by me.
hope ebbing, and ebbing.
can't start/create from pieces-it wouldn't be perfect.
utter futility of all.
loosing integrity(or perhaps never had)
procrastination's ever-strengthening hold.
giving in to whims.
depraved.

Who's the most depraved of all?
"The man who knows everything but stops just short of acting."
Period.