Apocalypse

I don't remember the last time I felt a feeling. I have become numb soul. Just a living body with a name and a routine. My veins bleed and my lungs breath, but I don't feel anything. I crave nothing of the human lifestyle. I want only that one thing I didn't want that one night. The joyous laughter and influence that covers my lifeless body, gives me a feeling. A sort of feeling that releases my hormones and chains them down to my belt. I no longer feel my tongue rising up and down the bottles, but they do. The spread of my legs and relaxing figure you position my body in, is the only feeling I remember. I have not defined love or happiness. I curiously bring a favor to your table. I have only prepared myself for the only action men have presumed to want. I adapted to your wants and made it my need. With a little cup and the help of the devil, my pursut of happiness can only be satisfied through my temporary desires. I long for the sights I see soberingly invisible. They overcome my future. Make me question how long I will stay 15. I cannot predict my future using my past. Your forceful ways stop here and I will not participate in this apocaplypse of zombie like behaviors. I can't glue these chemicals to my brain for all eternity. I want to live happily and carefully free. My focus has been strictly for the dendrites I receive and forgive. I am filled with patience. And I am human. My simple fears of forgetting my childhood and dreams are no longer. I have a simplistic mind saved for my next death of emotion. But I feel, the stress of a human, the rath of a human, the happiness of a human, and the humanity of a human. Let me live, I've got to live to move on.