Decomposing mind.

I have been doing nothing but working my a*s off for the past year and a half, winning some and loosing most, and my mind is withered to the very last drop of what use to be living flesh. It's dieing.

I have lost sight in these clear sky's.
I can no longer see what was to be me.
I have been molded and shaped into something I do not understand.
I yearn for a creative feeling, or moment, either one I would take in a heart beat.
I see a lifeless monster being created before my very own eyes.
My heart is thumping hard, its beating for the fight.
Its kicking and punching its way towards the top.
I see no more of what I use to be.
An my mind is decomposing like the flesh of a dead carcass, eaten away by greed and society.
I miss being able to care about a passion and love them seems to be so alien to me now.