This isn't some speech or even a clever play on words, more so a flow of never ending thoughts, feelings and emotions. I don't know how to explain myself or successfully display my feelings, even though these are still words but I guess analogies make a little more sense if expressed poetically. Trapped in a body where no part of it is home. Feeling the feelings of other souls. Burning my future before it comes to pass. I'm no poet and I'm not exctly sure if this is even a poem. But my mind can't stop. I force my hands deep into the soul of the world bringing back, in my fist, a heart that isnt beating. Just as cold as I and at last I've found my soulmate..the irony, I have not a soul. Just a corpse. Lifeless but somehow I'm living. These cuts in my arms keep appearing, sharp objects keep digging. Mind ****** back to the beginning, childhood is never-ending. I'm stuck. But this isn't really meant to be a poem. I'm not sure it is at all. I'm just speaking what I know I don't understand, but is all too well understood. I really don't know what I said exactly just some ******** that came to mind. It may make sense or it may not. But hey, who's to say that the mind actually knows what its thinking?