“The Deadened Soul” - 12/11/2004

As I sit here I realize that I am a prisoner in my own body, watching my so-called life, from a place hidden deep within my soul. So deep that I cannot even find my self. I am completely alone yet I am surrounded by people, who all seem to be entirely fake.
My shell of flesh might as well be fortress of tempered steel instead of a blockade of meat and bones. From that damp, dark place in my soul I stare into the black hole that is my existence. Draining away every shred of happiness and love that I posses, leaving me much like an empty bottle.
And as such, I am discarded. For what use am I as an empty container? If the container were to be refilled, it would no longer be me. I would rather my empty shell be riddled with bullet holes, Penetrating every inch so I could never be replaced, for I shall not allow someone else to take my place in this world, not now, not ever.
Nor will I bend to the will of another. I will not, because I am strong. Though I have been beaten before,
I will always come back.
I dare anyone to try and break me.

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