In the beginning there was me.

Then civilization reined, and then I died.

Not died in its literal form, I died within myself. My very being crumbled into ashes and floated away.

And emptiness, nothing but empty dank nothingness remained.

People, all kinds have done this to me. People are mad.

Soon my life will come to a point whether I live or die, whichever comes more naturally.

I am here and everyone else is there. I cannot reach them, I cannot make them understand.
They are blind and ignorant, I want to break them all, each and every one with my bare hands.

I want to watch them leave, leave me here without a good bye, leave me here with the chance of regaining myself.

To give myself a chance to break the chains and attempt to scale the wall of the endless pit of desperation that I have toppled into,

Crawl to the light, and breakthrough to the dream, that is me.