I am a animal.
I am a adventurer.
I am a traveler.
I'm a seeker of the elusive cure for living meaningfully and wholesomely.
It’s been ten years. You start to forget the things you should remember. And you can’t stop remembering the things you should forget. We’ve always had the power, not anymore. All we have is each other. We’re Ghosts. Fighting for something that can’t be killed. Soldiers stand against their enemies but Ghosts haunt them.
The realisation that I still don’t know what I’m doing here,
Put in perspective I am nothing,
It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading
Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being
Just another soul spent searching for something inside,
I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust,
I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me
The chasm in my chest
Screams of resounding emptiness
I’ve never tasted this bitterness
I never felt this solitude, worthlessness
So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference?
Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness
So what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet?
Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by ‘the clarity’
So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty?
Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see
I might hate this world, I might hate myself
But I wont be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else
Red Hulk Battles The Hulk