Do I Truly Exist,,,

What am so supposed to say anymore?

Where is there ever going to be a clear moment for once; that one time, I am remotely thought of at one point in time.

Do I linger in ones intellectual cave of such random hostile thought? Why is it that the one that is supposed to give forth everything and nothing but the most is the one in which doesn't pay such attention not give such a small blissful moment of ones day?

In that single bliss of relief, the only true relief that ever exist comes it only shortly goes as the savior swiftly catches a glimpse of any shape, of any size though nothing but my walking carcass still lives forth. The soul of disappointment thus anger in which can not find ones self sets the light of desperation yet overwhelms thy realm to embrace my darkness.

Darkness has taken my everything, just look into the eyes.