I would not dip your finger into my mind. And come to realize what you find. No pleasant plain, only pain. Tangible without a touch.
How sweet it was, when innocence was us. I have it no more. I could hide my eyes and tell sweet lies. Truths that forever sink. Broken bones, not skeletons. How beautifully they were linked. I see them still, come haunt me now. As you have done before. You cannot kill what is already dead. A soul no more. Do I miss what I do not know. I can only be myself. A shadowless shadow that walks by graves. He doesn’t trouble himself for help. Why would I fight the man I am. I can be no other way. A man with no name, a nameless man. I was born this way.