Ashes to ashes.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust… foolish and dumb we take all we can. For this is chaos just as life. I make no sense just as life. A twisted vision of a forgotten reality. If I was an angel I fell. If I was a demon I lost my memory. I am the beggar… I am the king of the kinship. Nothing is what I am. No one is who I am. I will not be remembered. I will fade. Who are you to judge me. I am not puppet. You say I am “weird” and a “freak” just because I express myself through words. I tell my thoughts. As dark and bright as they are. Life is not bright so why should I be. Why do I… help others. As cold and hateful as I am? I only do as I think is right. I weigh the thoughts of other to much. I am saying I have no idea who I am anymore. I am empty and all I have to guide me is my broken heart. But why am I different from you. I look and I see all the pain around me that others endure.