Like a cascading river we fall. The world below nothing more than a victim to our landing upon the earth's baring stone. Pain is non-existent from within our empty vessels. Feelings have long evaporated from our minds. Body's now run numb to the feeling of love and pain, madness and desperation.            Some say we are we aliens to the human races pure minds, feelings, and actions. Though I still remember pain like a needle upon my vein, sadness like the sound of heartbreak, and madness upon wars great outbreak. So who are those who have had no mere experience of what we have felt to say anything about our state of being, The pin prickling of my skins light layers. The mad sounds of a caged man's howling screams. Even the saddening sound of a child's last breath as their father beats them to death. I have felt these great pains, I felt them hard and long. I felt them until the day I became the empty shell of the being I am now.                                    Because of our past, of the things we have experienced. They call us aliens, freaks, and things even I dare to speak. We are no longer human for the mere reason that we can't feel. That we can't feel what they hold in their burning hearts. For the shuddering fact that we no longer bear the burden of the distraction known as feelings. So over time we came to see and watch as feelings destroy people faster than bombs. And like water we flow, right from the stream and into the land.
