Imprudent word-my ears are bleeding,
Grinding joy by nail and tooth,
Emblazoned the truth,
Too moral for the biased uncouth,
Faith is stricken with infinite darts,
Vacant a heart,
Comradery’s blood displayed like art,
Justifying the lack of conviction,
Loose the wound of salted stiches,
I swear, the bullshit stains the air. It isn’t fair. That love births hate from those that pretend to care.
Where is your empathy? Where is your sympathy? I’ve found only farce in the eyes of the enemy.
Bereaved from me, this consistency. Damn my eyes, for I could never see.
Abandonment brings clarity. Finally, I’ve indulged the severity. I’ve simply been a charity. Running dry as they stare at me. They don’t care for me. They have impaired me. And yet there is such a distinct familiarity. Oh the hilarity. Selfish actions that sing of parity.
Judgement is fast to the social outcast. Still adjusting