The stalking shadows of everyones past stand ho, and lo they find a new prey, I hold not only the sins of my past, but am held to the sins of others, the hates of others, cast into the blind spots of public society, and the worse fate of the cruel acts taken forth from the true depth of their Spirit, held for ransom by the acts they dare not commit to others, stared down for the guilts they dare not confess, to the wrath they dare not exhibit to their fellow man, but gladly to an underling such as i. I am the whipping boy of the psychy, and the pawn to the queens, and bishops on the chess board of life. every waking hour i ponder my existence, every waking day gone on i fathom my purpose, nothing is ever as it seems, and everything is as others would wish, I am an enemy of society. i have fallen into the shadows of the public, and the Shadow of my Own Mind, im the true pathetic life form on this earth, i am the cryptkeep, the gravestone and the spade to life, I am that without purpose, I continue on and on, dragging those i love most into my misery, not even letting myself care about them out of my own self righteous antics. It is said that all are born with their duty, their burden, but i am with a higher call, my misery, my apathy, and my absence. I ask not the pity of others, and dare not ask them of their love, i only ask of some divine intervention, an end.