I carry on, my soul is empty, just a hollow vessel, carrying nothing, floating through a world I don't understand. No direction and no real meaning, wondering a path with no destination. I pass you by, you may not even see me. Too consumed with distraction to notice the shadow on the sidelines. What sort of place is this? Can this race find no better venue? A multitude of sins, corrupting minds and corroding values, you say you're real, but can you prove it, how do you know you're not like me, just a spectator of all this corruption. Do all your actions cause a reaction? Or are events just happening with no real connection? If you were like me, just a spectre in this lonely place, would life not continue without you? But why do I love you when you know not of my presence. If I were to scream your name right now, would you turn and stare into my eyes as I stare into yours? Or would you stare right through me as you've done so many times before? Would you hear my screams as Democles' sword pierced my heart, turning my life, to one of dark desolation?