Born into the universe, engrossed in elegance, I emerge. My body, decrepit, my mind, foolish. I exist as nothing. My body swims through the currents of the ocean of submission. I exist as nothing. Friends, family, Satan, they command me to abominate and I listen. I exist as nothing. I sway to the tunes of conformity; I belt the songs of unity. I exist as nothing. My heart quivers to the melodies of allegiance, I never gamble away my name. A monster, grown and harvested for the sake of their delight, I exist as nothing. Though I can feel the light ripping at the fibers of my soul, screaming to set me free, the demons inside myself hold me in place. I exist as nothing.
Hope has faded. My fears have perished. My body, a shell, moves forward through the murk of the universe, forever soul-less. The light has died, the songs have been dampened. I cry alone. Whispers are yelled, shouts are quieted, people know my name, and yet I still know nothing. I exist as a slave. No escape in my clearest of vision, no love to be found. The vultures of fame take all of me, desperate to taste my blood that has been tainted by the alcohol of beauty. I give and do not receive. I try yet do not secure. I exist as everything.