Sitting in the same four spots everyday. One being either a desk at school, the chair in the living room, a chair at the table, or sitting in bed. Life all around you goes on weather you like it or not, people live, people die. But you, you who has been dead for so long, realizes there's no reason to life. Day after day, nothing changes, people dont change thei action, people dont change their attitudes. Like a scientist watching their lab rats, you watch the world around you and the beings in the world. Death consumes, life dies, light dissapear, darkness takes over. You just watch as everything goes to hell and you know you cant do a thing to stop it. The thought of even trying to save the world is out of the question, because what you, one being in this world cant change the world. Knowing you have no impact on this world, you dont try to save it. You watch it deteriating , crumbling, dieing. Humanity all around you falls into war, not peace and the coming of brotherhood, no, war. Blood, oh that beautiful liquid mixed plasm, so gorgeous and bright red, the taste. You cant help but smile at the torment a d ruin humans fall into. Fixing their deaths without even knowing. The pain that you lived finally falls onto all the people of the world. Cuts, blood, scars, pain, hurt, embarrassment, battle wounds, now they can feel all. The darkness grows stronger in you as you learn you full potential, your reason to live. Your reason to live, is to die.
