Sociopath Poem by Azarok Koraza

Nothingness feels like being in a cold fire. Emotions seen but not felt. You want to scream but your voice is not your own. Its peacfully like death, but in a bad way. It does hurt & you don't understand sorrow & yet you think you should be sad. You look down at your hands as if in disbelief that your seeing threw your own eyes right now. Its quite all the noise around you has a deafening fad to it. As if a bomb just went off behind you, but it did just inside your head. nothingness is the color white of emotions. When you think of good & evil. Black is the evil White is the good. But in matters of the mind White is the evils of nothingness & black is the flooded gate to your emotions. Perhaps the most evil thing about nothingness, how it lures you without doing a thing. Like a mouse trap with no chesse that caught all the mice. Like a hook from a fishing pole with no bait that they fight to die on. Nothingness, is the plain of feelings that demons are on. All humans have demon so we all can feel it. The longer you sit in these nothingness waiting for another to break the glass infront of your face so you can see. The farther you fad, I guess long enough & you would be fully engulfed & become a demon yourself. So if you ever feel it, ask for help, a thing you won't be able to do, but just let people know till one helps you. You won't care enough to stop from telling people & the people that wouldn't help you, you wouldn't care what they say. So do yourself a flavor & never hide your voice, even when its not your own