Comparative studies in empty vessels

I know that I have been pacing these rows up and down for days.
I think that I am going crazy cause the faces seem the same.
After so long of nothing changing the brain begins manipulating
all the data it is saving for some abstract entertainment.

Is it so bad to drive myself insane in this desolate place?
The desert is a terrible location for any race.

I still reach out to embrace even the lowest of things.
Hungry for the change.
Like an unexpected malady I wait for thee,
with pride I would wear this pain.
I churn my body, wrenching in the sun,
and when it's done the freezing raps my bones.

Not even the passing time gives care to the broken man
strewn upon this open plain.
Not without the hardest attempt to bend my joints in ways never intended,
but in the breaking I release my spirit.
One drop and then another I paint myself across the landscape.
I only know that you will be impressed at what you have destroyed in me.
I am completely empty of the things that made me human.
I now can dwell alongside the empty landscape
guiltless.