Author's note: I just wrote this out of nowhere. I don't even know what it is, if it's a free verse poem or a fic. You decide. Tell me if you like it or not. Read on and enjoy. ^__^
Nothingness.
That is what my life had always been.
That is why I struggle to be of use to this world already doomed for destruction.
That is why no matter how hard I try, I always end up feeling empty and alone.
Alone.
That is what I had always been. And always will be.
I never knew my father. I never knew my mother.
I never needed anyone.
I had always been on my own, looking out for my own life.
Life.
That is the gift that has been given to me.
To breathe, to feel, to see the world in all it's beauty and splendor.
Even in the midst of fear, chaos and death.
Death.
That is where everything in this world will lead to.
It is inevitable. It is humanity's fate.
To die is the ultimate goal of mankind,
For in death, they have fulfilled their purpose.
In death itself is rebirth.
Rebirth.
That is what awaits us all, after death.
To be reborn, in a place that was promised since the beginning of time.
The fulfillment of man's destiny, his dream of immortality, of eternity.
One will never die again when his soul finally parts from its vessel of human flesh and blood.
Blood.
That is what our fragile human bodies are made of, along with flesh.
I hate the sight of it.
It reminds me of mortality, of how frail our human bodies can be.
Of how frail I can be, of how useless my life can become.
Of how I share it with others like me, others who have my identity.
Identity.
That is what I lack.
I do not know myself.
How many are we? Those that are living, breathing, feeling, just like me?
And those trapped in glass tubes, whose opened eyes are filled with horror and malice,
whose bodies are empty and devoid of soul?
This is what I am struggling to have, what I have been longing for.
I own myself.
I am not a doll.