you know you will die
you know it
whether or not you believe in anything else is of no matter

everyday I watch the sun rise
I step out into the light
but something shadows me
something beyond my footsteps

I search but I cannot find
nothing is of greatness
nothing wants
I reach out to grab the air

the air it breathes
I look for its inner strength

only to be scampered away
and though I have become used to being unneccasary
I still want
I still have beauty under these scars
I still have kindness beyond my bitterness
I have a blind eye turned to the world
because the world is blinding