Torn and hollow,being the out sider looking in,thats how i always been without fail and always in duress ,my shoulders and mind heavy with incresing stress,every step i take the weight grows greater,struggling against an ever gailing tempest i’ve grown cold and numb,even the pain that once told me i was alive is gone and i feel like im done,but i can’t fall down,i can’t collapse,the weight pushese me down but the darkess holds me up,the numbness becomes my weapon i strike with it as i may,many enemys rain down upon my head but with and by my emptiness through the gates they shall be delivered and to cerberus fed,lash out at everything in range happy for this mortifying pathetic pain ,i feel again at least something,at least something,true allys found,but the soul is lost,death before dishonor becomes the code the battle rages unceasingly yet again,the only warrior against many,no light shows through,no hope washes over me,the pain ceases once again and the familiar numbness destroys all that it touches keeping the masses at bay and making solitude a friend,in seclusion the death-bell only half tolls never complete,broken,battered,forgotten,forsaken,and familiarly numb,the weight shifts not but grows each passing day until the point of indifferance is forced upon,the bell tolls a high and clear note ,the only thing to be heard,no light and the cherubs do not sing,darkness sounds defining,removed by the enemy from the only solice,but aware of the darkness and numbnas they have alwasy been,waiting for the break,phases change ever on nevr stopping to no end unsatisfied,but the missing soul found,darker than before,does not lead,but follows paranoia confirmed,sweet dreams turn into nightmares,the mind is blank at times unaware of the pain forever more ncessary.The things i've seen in my dreams.The blood that forever flows.The darkness to swallow all things whole.In the dim light I see a face.An angel of such radiance.And so i wait until the day that her light shall immerse me and my pain shall subside.