My mind is empty.

Empty of thought.

Empty of meaning.

My mind is an endless abyss.

A place where creativity goes to die.

A place ruled by pretension.

A place ruled by pessimism and doubt.

My mind is a silent killer.

You never notice it till you're dead.

My eyes are injured vessels.

Blind to truth and reality.

My ears are a mute button.

Cutting out all sound in the hopes of hearing meaning.

My voice is like a record.

Always the same thing with no variation.

I call myself a writer.

I call myself a visionary.

I call myself an artist.

I call myself a human.

I call myself important.

I call myself meaningful.

I call myself impactful.

I call myself a liar.

Only one of those things is trueright.

On a mission to feel.

To feel happiness.

To feel joy.

To feel love.

I’m on a dead end road.

No one sees the dead end except me but I know it’s there.

I think people just like to see others crash their cars.

Some call me a cynic.

Others call me a realist. 

But I have a name.

I have a name that people cringe at.

I have a name that people try to hide from.

I have a name that once you know you are never the same.

I am fear.

And I am a god.

You are powerless at my hands. 

So don’t even try.