My ravaged corpse lay lifelessly in a hole. Not dead but not among the living. How can I be alive? My empty chest no longer has a beating heart. A black hole leaking blood is all that remains. Life has been replaced by emptiness. Feeling has been taken over by numbness that resembles death. But I am not dead. For to die is to be set free from the chains of life and love. But the demons of life still molest my soul, the chains of life still bind me in this dark abyss. Crying out in sorrow, my screams and sobs of pain only echo in an empty pit. The ghosts of my mind wander aimlessly like through an empty house. Why can I never has silence? Why can I never have peace? Why can I never be alone?
