I'm just the background of my own reality. Never have I ruled with power, never. I'm just here for others "sakes," I'm pointless, worthless and a waste of space. I can never be in this reality for I am the plague that is destroying my reality. I give up. There's nothing worth living for. I can't see it. Is it for family? Friends? No..........it's for death. Death is me or am I death? Should death be dead or a waste of space in a reality it does not belong in, does not deserve. I'm empty. I can only be filled with my own blood. Blood that must come out and see the light of day. I have not seen this light before or have I? Have I just forgotten? I'm lost in my own plagued reality that does not show light nor darkness, just emptiness. Emptiness that can no longer be held together by my demons. They laugh. They see my end. I can't see my end.....yet. Is it coming? I hope that my demons tell me, tell me who I am. I have forgotten. On this journey I have come through. There was no light, no darkness. Just my demise.......
