I am You
I sleep away our days fighting the inertia of time, loathing the dreary light as i wake staggering towards the nearest shelter into the dark. Soulless as I am my bone-like structure is made of greed as I betray friends and loved ones for materialistic possessions created by those of pure evil. I have no eyes as though I trust only myself; I see nothing, only the pure can see through to truth. I cannot smell, cannot hear, I can only smell that of my descent and can only hear those who are like me. When truth may reveal, I become fearless; fearless as I may be - I fear death. I fear death so much that I prohibit speaking of it. As you grow older, I begin to live.