You know, life as I see it now it ironic hilarious as well as tragic.
Back in the days when life lacked purpose, I had fallen for the greatest trick known to man: the classic bait and switch.
Not sure what to do with your life? Unsure if it's even worth living?
Why not sell it? Just sign the dotted line.
All we'll need from you is as follows:
Your identity. You won't be needing that anymore. Here's a number instead.
Your morals. You're not going to want those around once you've killed your first man.
Your will to live. Your life is expendable, and death is inevitable. Why not take away all of those pesky fears of dying?
Your mind. Why think when we can do it for you? After all, we can't have you going around freely. We paid too much for you to be doing that.
Your body. Your most likely not going to live to see 30 anyway. Why not let you catch a brief glimpse of a better, broken you?
Your soul. Ahh, the proverbial ghost in the machine. Why would a drone need something so human?
It's that last part where they fucked up. As a matter of fact, it's that last little bit that's kept me away from being six feet deeper than everyone else (Despite my freshly grown subconsious death wish).
Funny how the young man who entered a profession where men die does not fear death.
He fears being forgotten. For being forgotten is the only way to be truly dead to the world.
Funny how the young man isn't afraid of bullets, bombs, and other grisly trinkets.
He fears being alone. For being alone means there is no one there to hear him as he screams for help.
Funny how the young man's face is now so grim, his body destroying itself slowly.
He is tired. Tired of knowing he will forever be left behin as the people he loves and cares for move on, despite sacrificing himself in every way possible for those he loves.
And it's funny how the look in his eyes are dead and cold.
He loves everyone more then he can ever love himself. He knows that this will destroy him in the end, while the rest of the world moves on at its slow methodical and uncaring pace.
He knows, yet will still give everything he is, everything he was, and everything he ever will be for the chance to make the people he loves happy.
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