Hope. Love. Passion.
These words are spiteful to me.
Hate. Pain. Loss.
My best friends.
I find no joy in this life, only sadness.
I feel disdain for the people around me.
While they run about, sharing their feelings of love,
I can see Pain watching their every move, waiting for the right moment to tear them apart,
Making them dead to the world.
A victim of lust, not love.
A prisoner to their thoughts, hopeless, loveless, passionless.
Just like me.
I am dead.
I am death.
I am lost love, lost hopes and dreams.
I am a prisoner.
I am a victim.
I, am dead.