Living Dead

Every feeling burns raw,
the pain rises in my heart.
Burning . . .
Grasping . . .
Choking me.
I try to breathe,
but every breath is death.
If I knew how to cry,
I would break down.
Reduce myself to nothing, become nothing.
The pain of it all hurts more then any words can describe.
I feel it now this pain.
It grabs me, forces us apart.
For we are not in love.
We are two lost souls, searching,
crying out in the dark.
Soon our time together will end . . . ,
and I will feel nothing.
No pain,
no shame,
no cares.
I will try to feel, try to grasp,
the link that I am missing
But I will fail.
I will fall again, fall to my knees,
choking for air.
Crying for them to stop.
But they wont.
They will never stop.
The demeans in my soul,  feed off my agony.
They live to bring pain.
They seek to destroy.
To kill,
to bring down
to break you.
Until you are nothing more then a tool of their biding.
You become nothing, less then nothing.
You are not even living.
You only exist for them,
you live when they say live,
you die when they say die,
you wake when they wake,
you sleep when they sleep.
Your life becomes endless cigarettes.
slowly burning away,
eating away,
at your will to live.
You see the path you follow, yet you can not stop.
You have sold your soul and have received nothing in return.
The fires of hell await and you are eager.
For nothing is worse then living without a soul,
without a mind,
without life.
Life is all and all is life.
When you are walking dead, among the living.
You scream,
try to reach out,
to grab,
to hold on,
to steal someone else's life,
for your own use.
Nothing works, you merely break the will of the other.
Driving them to the ground,
twisting minds,
breaking souls.
You do not understand the destruction you leave behind,
for you do not feel life.
The world is on the inside and you are looking in.
Every door is bared, every heart has turned cold.
You scream for help but no one hears you,
and no one will for you are dead.