Gone

As i lay here i think...
think about this, this life
this void only distinguished by a single soul... my own
the threat of anger and the threat of hatred is cause for the actions of a recluse
one who never acts out, expresses anger, or even lives
because the fear of disturbing another individual is too great
this life, gone
fear has caused this shell of a man
his soul, washed out with the tides of a world of escalading anger
all this
this because this man has forgotten to live
to experience the anger no matter the consequences
this man the shadow
the one you walk beside every day
and ignore
he has no emotions
this man... empty