Suffocate in silence while the world bears witness, but could care less. Trapped in a cage in my skull. Fragments of thoughts half full, pushing to make them null. I sit on a throne locked in the only empty room in my head, swinging bottles at the voices that are wishing me dead. I'm keeping count of all the useless fucking words that I've said, because they're the ones that won't let me out. Nothing is tempting. Everything is preempted. Certain self-destruction is all I'm preventing. I stay as far from emotion as the world will allow.