There is nothing else coming from this other than what dwells deep within the reaches of my human mind.
Darkness is all I can see.
A plain of nothingness.
I feel something pull at me.
The abyss around me.
It pulls me ever so much deeper down.
What is my purpose in this world?
Helping the others around me, it cannot be.
The more I try to save, the more I end up losing.
What's the point anymore?
I want to save those around me, but I can't even fucking save myself.
No matter what I do, even when I risk everything, no one can fortell the consequences that follow my actions.
I run and search my mind for long hours, trying to find an answer, but still can't even find the faintest glimmer of hope.
I'm driven to madness by the things I discover.
A mere human such as I cannot begin to comprehend that of the beyond.
Yet, I still recall what I'd rather forget.
What is it that gives me the strength to continue this endless journey of pain?
Knowledge?
Power?
Duty?
No matter, even so, I carry a task that I know not of myself.
Whatever it may be, no matter how painful and unforgiving it is, I will measure up to it.
Even at the cost of my life...
When the end comes, I will hold tight the strength that I have achieved, and face the end, unsure, unknowing, decieved by preception, but still fighting.
The kind-hearted fool that I am... why do I not think...
At the end of it all, I still have no answer.
The one thing I still can't figure out...
Why?
Damnit...
Gives me conniptions...
