• The world is so lonely...
    An abyss with no equal..
    I am all that breaths,
    All that thinks,
    All that is sentient,
    The casks of flesh are around me,
    The terrain around has more in common,
    Than I do them,
    Why then,
    Do I crave the acknowledgment,
    Of these objects,
    These dismal self repricating and self destroying machines,

    My own world belongs to them,
    Without say of falter,
    They work in disregard,
    For all those before,
    And all those yet to come,
    It is not malice I feel,
    Only pity for they know not the hell they bring
    And the untold agony they will recieve by the life giving river's end,
    The new torrent they enter, styx, is hope