Empty. The way I feel.

Like the end of a book I don't remember reading.

Like a sequel with out a series.

Like a fate run its course then left to fester.

The more I look at the crowd, The less I see of my reflection.

The more I look at my reflection, The less I recognize what I see.

I don't want to be this monster.

I don't want to be controlled

Free me. Save me. Take me from this sick world.

I'm sickened by the world with in my mind.

I'm saddened by the world that lies beyond it.

Give me Life. Life beyond my stories. Life beyond my dreams.

Some one help me.

Please mother. Help me.