apathy.

My apathy follows a path you see. A path i beg thee not to walk down or even look please. i feel no remorse no guilt, i ask only that you let me be. I feel a lacking, a hole, a removal. something taken from me while i was not able trains fly past and scream and tear into my ears, pulling apart what should and shouldn't be. i only ask i be on one side of that fence of existance.