your pitiful act and your caressed words stroke my heart
pounding my blood and body to give you what you want
i pity you not because of your atmosphere, but because your time is over
your pitiful life had been diminished
your beliefs, dreams and work, the pennies that you once had, the memories from the past, even your family.
all of it.....gone
the you now is just the husk of your former self
you
are
empty
you will never be seen or saw, your birth is not remembered by anyone and your dead body will never tinker the minds behind these walls that contains joy the food you eat will taste like shit and the water you drink will paint this overpass with disgust, your existence will snap in an instant every shelter you go can never be called home and months after your death passerby's that know your favorite spot in this steel bridge will acknowledge your unusual disappearance and that will be the last time a person will thought of you as a person
now your capabilities are at rock bottom and no one else looks at you like a decent being i have a question, what will anyone gain from your story?
what do we have to do in order to avoid your misery?
teach us o selfless person, teach us the wonder of survival and the certainty of everyone's fall
sometimes a day will hold a significance in your mind and most certainly never will this is that day this is an one of a chance opportunity to speak to someone who truly listens.
a mouth that is fed by pearls is a hidden treasure for the wonderer but for the mind to put a price, one must listen with their own eyes
