Traveling through life,
With no soul to collide with
But still surviving.
It is one's strength,
Not to feel when alone
But in a comatose state of mind one ceases to live
The spirt ceases to breathe.
Nothing more than a choice to be made
To fill the time,
To pulsate the spirit.
One shall find some emotion
To survive.
In a state of heart break there is nothing but pain,
But, some find delight
When one feels rage,
When one feels pain,
Rather than feeling nothing;
Due to all the escaped emotions.
