To them i am simply an object from the past..
That they wish will disappear.
Then why do i exist?
Why am i alive?
When i thought about this
I could find no answer
But as you live you need a reason
Otherwise its the same as being dead
Then i came to this conclusion
i exist to kill every human beside myself
Fighting only for yourself
Living while only loving yourself
For me to kill and continue to feel that joy of living
My existence will not vanish....