I'm so empty inside. I keep looking for something, someone to understand. Maybe with some sweet confirmation of my emotion I will find a simple peace. Why do I seek the like minded? For what could we really talk about? A fucking self help group about the apathy infesting with my very blood. I don't know anymore, I see the world passing around me like looking through fogged glass. I've been told I'm something more than reality. What more can I really be other than empty. I seek the blood of another to make me live again. Make me feel what it was to be alive. Grasp some forgotten sensation about a life I care not to remember. Is it apathy infecting me or am I choosing to slip past a numb paradise. I hated what I was and now I have fallen so far inside myself I don't know who I am. Someone might read this as a cry for help but I feel it is a document of my failing sanity. I am ever dancing with the devils of the human mind and the plane of absence. Silence may be my symphony now but chaos will always rule my frosted heart. I'll cut the ice from my eyes. Watch the world within a new time yet the same faltering stain within the lungs. For all of my eternity will I be forced to walk with empty foots, sneak behind some faults guise. I keep looking to each new sunrise for something more. Waltzing in the twilight of my years trying to make sense of it all. Yet the only possible conclusion is that my veins will one day run dry and I might know a somber peace.