Seclusion

I don't remember a day I have not been thinking about this same feeling, about a person,
explained as who never exists...
Doomed by this perception I build my days from dawn, getting older every night I survive, the severity extends, building every hope for me to break.
Is care called caring if cared for a person who cares?
Paranoia in every sentence put fear in my dreams,
dreams of seclusion, destined to destroy the very positivism, that once could ever exist!

certain words which explain that explains my emotions, estrange my emotion,
I feel water as it comes out, I feel my eyes burn too...
Is this the feeling that entertains the better half of this world?
I feel it dissatisfies the quench of dissatisfaction that I ever wish to.
watching my painkillers, anti depressants, ecstasy turn to entertainment for parallel beings...
Its just a dream for the fellow traveler who never exists,
only if could exist,
remains the hope for the unnecessary me...
I me a inhuman being that live inside this human me.

                                                                                                                       -Tzeus