I am only one person.
No harm could i do here,
Although other have constantly predicted that,
i have nothing to offer but fear.
These conclusions i cannot endure,
For they display all of life's cruel design
Hence no longer will i stay
To save this desolate life of mine
No more spirit shall i bare
From hear or soul or mind
Nor love or passion or grief
For these feelings i assure you will not find.
Life will forever be my past
I have stepped beyond the line
That separates the humans
From beings of our time.
For i have been a human
'Why?' I did not comprehend
Therefore i did not 'be' a being
Thus the human life i led must end.
I now know not how to return
To the wanton or partial existence i once had
Instead i know nothing but how to live
Engulfed in the sorrows and desperation's of the sad
Oh how often do i crave
For even a small piece of my former life?
Though i now realise that i had wronged myself
And i am now paying that most costly price
I have often seen many humans
Standing on the borderline
They contemplate their reality
But decide it is not their time
From them on i call them beings
since they knew how to think and act
For they had stood on the borderline
and unlike myself...
turned back
