Re-uploaded to fix a few mistakes.
Just a little Zane one-shot I wrote late at night. I now it's really short. Please review but no flames please!
-Ever
Alone
I'm not like them. I never will be.
No matter how hard I try, I'll never be the same.
I don't matter; I'm not living.
I'm a cold piece of metal, powered by the energy known as feelings.
But these aren't true feelings; they're fake, they're mechanical . . . they're lies.
I am alone.
I walk among thousands, together in a crowd, but I am by myself.
These people are all following their instincts to live life to the fullest; to never stop until death, something I can never fulfill.
Death: the cold hand that slides over your mouth, keeping your life source from fueling you.
The mysterious, unstoppable force that will make all living things meet their end, that cuts off your emotions, your purpose, your soul, and the world around you.
Everyone will die, except for me. I will stay behind, lingering when all others have moved on, leaving me to taste all the tears.
I am alone.
They call me their teammate, they call me their friend, they call me their brother.
Their words don't help; I'm lost.
I'm cut off from them.
Fate has taken it's blade and slashed through, severing every bit of connection between me and the world around me like a hunter skinning it's prey.
I am alone.
I cannot continue on like this.
I need meaning and purpose.
I need truth.
I've lost myself in the whirring of my gears and the beeping of my controls.
I feel haunted, like a ghost, a spirit, rising from the grave only to watch life go on from afar.
I am alone.
I've fought many battles, fallen and been broken until I couldn't rise again.
I've given up a thousand times.
Yet I every time I hear voices echoing in my head, reminding me of my destiny.
They call me their teammate, they call me their friend, they call me their brother.
I am never alone.