• THE ROAD IN TO ABSCENCE.
    Joseph Martinez

    The path of all those like me twists and writhes inside a perfect darkness, ruled by nothing save the desparation inherent it's chaotic nature...
    We upon the road in to our own abscence walk side by side, entombed by a shell of cold which numbs us to any awareness of those so near to our souls...
    We are blind, the epitome of purest sadness...
    We touch with no feeling, alive and dead all at once but far more empty of life than even the most wilted black rose...
    So far gone are we that we are our own greatest enemy, urecognizable in any mirror and holding eternal malice against the oppressor called LIFE...
    Asking the fates in earnest tears for a say in the course of my existence is folly, and even a lifetime of screaming against the departure of hope can hold no sway...
    We are more alone than spirits trapped between the worlds...
    To want nothing more than any thing is rare, a state born of defiled innocence...
    There are so many lies surronding us that truth seems like a child's fairy tale, something to be pointed at and scoffed at for it's distance from reality...
    Love is a freak which my kind despise, an unwanted piece of our burning pasts which must be just as lonely as we who shun it...
    We stay because we can no longer fight our pain, and yet neither can we escape...

    I wonder if hope will ever hear my voice?...