I’m a damned soul trapped in a cage called life. Made of flesh and irrevelant dreams, I crawl on earth waiting the time doom will come for all of us – or even just for my time to run out. – I let out silent screams, unheard by anyone else. It’s despair. It’s an unnoticed call for help.
I had once loved and lived but nothing stays the same. I was the first thing to change. Nothing about it seems real anymore. It’s all an ancient feeling of the past and I don’t mind it one bit because I’m not who I used to be, or never was. Is this my true form and self?