Prisoner to myself

i am my own servant and yet the master to myself. a prisoner holding the keys to locked doors. in a prison i had built for myself as my mind chained onto a wall. every choice i make is against my will, like something else has total control over my entire body, total control over my existance.

my beloved soul taken from me, leaving an empty shell behind dwelled by an unknown being. tiredness is all i've got, forcing myself to live every single day. every breath of air i inhale doesn't seems to be enough. no water could quench my thirst. no food able to satify my hunger. i am like the dead walking among the living, unable to find my resting place, an exiled. i am to be banished from this world and be consigned to the flames.

let my body be burn, my soul condemned and my presence die slowly along with the passing time. let them all walk side by side to a place where nothingness was born. let me be lost and forgotten like a passing memory where the thought of it will only last a day or like a wind that happens to pass by.

whenever someone speaks of my name, let it be in past tense. the sound of it be out of anger or fear. my time be a curse to my neighbour.