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Lost
I m floting in this god for saken world lost in the mist of the fields. my life for years was one great act and now with the force i once felt driving me to the darkness i lived, to the grave i struck forth from, to the madness ive been driven to, gone i am at was lost. i am a forgotten soul wondering this wastland searching for what i truly am. my trought is dry and horse from the 6 long years i screamed scilently wanting some one to notice, to save me from the horror i lived day in and day out. in the end i brought up my courage and ended my sufering but at what cost? i am no longer who i use to be. i am empty. I am dead. i am a hollow being walking this earth to no end still suffering even if the force is gone from my midits. to what end will i suffer? should i end my suffering with one final cut of the knife plunged hilt deep already?
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