Oh; See how they laugh?
Those mindless souls,
They find pleasure in my pain;
Pleasure . . . in my insanity.
They taunt my existence,
Try to bring me to ruins . . .
Do they Succeed? - No; Impossible.
Do I care? - Why would I?

I float among them,
Like a ship sails o'er the ocean.
They crash into my sides,
Like waves from a powerful storm.
Trying to drown me in their hatred.
Trying to kill me with brutality . . .
Can you kill one who is already dead?
I would like to see you try.


I am different from them;
They are eerie of my presence.
To them, I am a dark shadow,
To them, I am a threat . . .
But am I really?
No more then they are.
What makes me different?
I do not breath . . .
Do I care? - How can I?
 
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