Thoughts
My time on this earth is long and short
I watch those come and go
I hear the mourning and I hear the sorrow
But they are only something I can imagine to feel
Because all I feel is nothing
A hollow body dragging on with no purpose
Perhaps the Gods look down and laugh
At how one of Their uncompleted fell so suddenly from above
Before a soul could make its way so humble inside
And provide a light that I have only seen in my dreams
Or perhaps this thought itself is the dream
Any thoughts at all
Anything that keeps me wondering why I am to suffer alone
Yet feel nothing but emptiness as I try to grasp at any other emotion
I will continue to spectate instead
Creating emotions only through the swing of my blade
Cries are ecstasy painted in the most beautiful of reds
Cries that haunt me to this day and follow me like a shadow
A roar of thunder shakes the land
And I stand and continue to walk forward
With no direction
With no purpose
With no grasp on reality
With no grasp on anything
