Human
Iβm a shell.
Fleeting, angry and determined not to go to hell.
But reign. For I am jealous of their light and wish to steal it. For I am incompetent and wish to love, but cannot feel it.Β For all the good Iβve seen, my answerβs bad, as I measure how to live, using memories Iβve never had.Β
Iβm a shell.
I put my fears to bed, but not exactly knowing how to smile, I frown instead. I close the door. It makes a sound. Slightly scared, I look around. Behind the door I hear them waking, I try to run, my knees are shaking. I feel a pull, my bodyβs aching. I turn around, they jump upon me, my breath again restricted I feel them haunt me.
Dragging them, I move ahead. They never want to go to bed.
Iβm a shell. I, through misery protect myself.
