Hollow

I'm a very empathetic, sympathetic kind of person. I tie the world into knots of reason and rhyme, and slowly set up a system of balance. Right and wrong have absolutely no meaning to me, and shouldn't be a basis for someones life. It strikes at you, with a constricting narrow view of the life. Undermining the truth of everything. Holding you back from reality. It carves a hole out in your chest, making you hollow and numb to the natural rhythm of energies and life. Cutting you off from what IS right. Contradicting yes, but what is "right" to some is always different to another. Chaos is my right, and wrong is order. Darreck you might understand where I'm getting this from but to me its truth. My darkness has slowly filled in that hollow spot in my chest, but there is still a gaping hole, and very little I can do to fill it in...