Empty.
I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in thi coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.
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