Love... Hate... Jelusey... Pride... Lust........... What is to say but.... These..... with compasion, are what I Go through everyday, and still at night I am alone........... a hollow shell that Was really never full or used for that matter Only when someone I care for talks with me Do I feel......... human, All other times I'm nothing, just a machine That no one would care to notice So....... What am I really then? Am I a puppet to where those above me Use and discard me when I'm no longer useful? Am i a thought that was given a body to destory? The sad fact that I face in the end, after being In the dark, after being alone for so long, Is that I am nothing, a nonexisting life Lease till my name is called and life Is brought to this hust of flesh again, And this hust untill recently was lifeless Soulless and now, with the sudden explosion Of life sent to this hust, the rush of these things is made Oh so appearent when in the dark voids of my mind And now in this recording of my thoughts ......I am still a hust and tho others Will read this I will not be called, I will not be spoken to I will only know that this was read and only a shread Of life will be given to this soulless flesh. My life will continue to be as this phisically and mentally alone Yet spiritally I do have others yet in the dark void that Is my mind I can only see a picture of them Or hear a whistper of thier voice My one and true fear is that I... will never hear my name called for more Than for me to help another with a problem or theirs Never to be called for the comfort of a lasting love or For someone else to know that I still am there for them Even when all others have forsaken them. This one the only thing that I believe makes me Hold on to humanity, and for this fear to come true... I would then no longer be able to call myself a Living Soul........... I would not even be a machine....... I would be nothing..................
Nilador · Fri Nov 09, 2007 @ 02:51am · 1 Comments |