Chosen...

It's hard to describe the silence and recurrent exhaustion devoid of depth..I move in an unreasonable motion my state is of beyond pain, like burning in the rain now i am lost....i am lost in all this agitation and i can't......i can't be one of the chosen one of the chosen...............one of the chosen Time seems to be waiting....for me to bleed & cry numb eyes of mine see the future...with a harsh throat so dry sitting dead blank all day absorbing....all the dismay Now I'm lost..I'm lost, I'm sick of motivation and I can't be.....I can't be one of the chosen one of the chosen...............one of the chosen My cheeks have shrunken...........and they don't stretch now seek tears but i hear them weeping...through the heart only now hands shiver and legs get thinner day by day....losing all the passion I feel tremors...breaking my muscles and arising ...