Digging my Grave

digging my own grave i stand alone,
with all my deception
and all the particles that define who i am.
with lost souls, with strange unwanted voices,
that’s all i know,
all I’ve ever known.
i try to ignore some of them, but my efforts are useless.
how can i get rid of something that so clearly makes me what i am?
i can't.
deep down i don’t want to.
drama revolves around me,
life tosses and turns,
boundaries are clearly stated,
thin lines become broken all the time.
watching shadows as they disappear away from me,
hearing echos as they are bound to reach me
both in good and bad ways.
as i stand alone i dig my grave...that's a fact
but what no one knows is that I enjoy it with all my heartless soul.