Impunity to Immolation

Those that are Immune

Requirements and remorse the two things I know well , that once was me standing in a empty shell , needing the approval and acceptance of others, still my shell is only partially filled like it's lacking ,like it's  hungry for something I can't provide, it's  when your stomach is full but somehow your still empty inside, once I tried to sleep away the emotion of having nothing and I woke up tired and not giving a care as to the thought that the substance I needed was in the atmosphere,  it was air, oxygen, I needed breath, I just didn't notice it was there because I was suffocated  by the stress, the pond of shallowness at about 10 feet deep was the only way to describe it, a pond without  frogs, Lily pads , or  butterflies ,  a pond where biotic beings couldn't survive, I was simply toxic inside, no good did the happiness do but melt a cocoon over a diabolical form that sat in my heart, I see now, just why I'm so vacant inside where no biotic being can survive ,it's not because I'm hollow , no of course not,that space is for the ones that are immune to my toxic side,  the ones who put up with me yet still cherish me, like I'm precious , like I'm not just that diabolical form inside.