Obliterated!; all that remains is a blank slate. Unfeeling, uncaring but somehow still living in a fearful state The pit in my stomach falls deeper with every breath. Each breath harder to take as each memory is wiped away. Delete every dream and want, they're a waste. Destroy every hope and make sure you know your "destined" fate. Delete every touch and kiss with haste. You don't want to but it'll be done eitherway. It used to be subconscious, now it's taken on a life of its own, sentient. No longer dependent; it takes everything away. My mind is no longer my own; my control and life slowly washed away.