No place to begin... no time to explain... In but a moment all interest will be lost... if there was any to begin with.
I am nothing... I am everything...

I am anything I want to be... but nothing I strive for... Who am I?
ME... Who is Me?
YOU.. you are me, and to that affect, I am You.

Follow me now, or lose me forever to a realm of hopeless quandary.
Impatiently turning corners, searching in the hollows of the mind's great forest... for me... for you.
Loss... pain... depression... searching for love... or a passing equivalent...
Sex... drugs... anxiety... heartbreak... killing myself... killing you...

Indulging the mind's base desires... cutting away the excess flesh surrounding my brain... my heart... tissue stripped.
This cage, locked with no key nor code.
Contents... a soul... my soul... our soul.

We are one, you and I.
We attempt life together... we struggle together...
Yet separated we seem to remain... outcast... alone.

...damned
Attempting to trudge on through this life.
Life?
A life alone, fearful, intrigued yet disconnected from an otherwise fascinating but horrible world...
This is a life without living... not a life at all really.
Who... no... what... am I to You... to Me... to anyone?

NOTHING... Nothing.. nothing.

Stale coffee...
The smell penetrates my nostrils, boring into my brain leaving an acute sense of nostalgia.
A high school teacher whose very pores seemed to perspire the stuff.

Blurry eyes...
My mind is pulsing, spinning inside is a cloud of indecision.
A migraine feeling, pressing sharply on the sides of my skull.

Searching...
The object I seek is external, yet part of my being.
A key to my happiness, or what is left of it.

I've fallen...
My knees are sore from the floors beneath.
A thought crosses my mind.

Achievement...
The thing I searched for all along, here.
Apart from myself, but within this realm.

On the exterior...
My true self is not what it seems.
As not to me, or as to the.

In the end....
The soul within, the soul I found.
A soul that kneels me on the ground.

Peace...?

A cold door shuts on two corpses, fresh.

The smell of iron and smoke hangs thick in the air.
No sense of guilt... fear... only stagnant death lingering.

Hands drip with incriminating remains.
Eyes fill with tears of hate.

Anger... Anguish... Anything but joy.
“We can be,” utters the man with stained fingers.

“We can live... again.”
“Sick we've been.

Plagued by the.”

“Alive we were,” weeps the man with the hole in his head.

“Sinners... evil, but alive.”
“Is this to be my fate?”

“Facing Hell's flames.
Yonder passed Heaven's gate.”

“Or nothing?”
“Where am I?”

“Who have I become?”

Again the bell chimes in the tower of despair.

Lost souls, lost minds, lost life.
Subjugation of madness, by madness, for madness.

“Am I mad?” Cries the man with stained fingers.
“To take a life without remorse?”

Regretful he remains.


With gun in hand, he kneels.

The taste of freshly fired steel in mouth.
Warm...then searing...then cold... frozen.

Breath could be seen by the responders.
Tears become ice on the cheeks of loved ones.

Then a silence that can only come in death.
Cold... Cold... Cold...