To Fade Out

Rows of thousands buried underneath me. I can feel them, their hands reaching out to me. their bodies beaten with cracked skulls damaged to no end, all these things, ..neglected attention.. ..lacking of communication.. ..no disposition.. all these things in this world. shows their fight for life. If I could feel death, it would be faded. Now I'm starting to see their position. Because I've learned how to disappear completely. This is where I end and you begin, To fade out, again.