So here I stand, not caring what the world might throw at me, theres nothing possibly more it can do to affect me now. The emotions have faded, subsided, my mind at bay, gliding through life as is, but I do fear, that im merely just existing. Anything is just worth forgetting, something is ultimately nothing. I need a pulse, I need an inspiration to wake me from this idle slumber that is borderline to the life of the deceased. It is as though im awake in my own dead body. Nothing functions nothing, nothing, occurs. Trapped, trapped! in my own idleness! I see life passing by me like a disgusting fat child that gorges his way to diabetes watching television, eyes glazed, total numbness. Inspiration..inspiration..wake..me..take..me away..from this life..this life of the living dead!