And those behind
are stalking us,
like a hunter and her prey,
Watching every move
and anticipating a mis-step.
For that is what keeps them going.
That is what they starve for.
Our fall will be their stairway to success
For that is what they thrive for.
No one is compassionate not caring.
All that, a mask, which does its best
to cover up sinned souls.
Some too good to be true.
A good soul in an endless sea,
But we believe it anyway.
For that is what keeps us going,
For that is what we thrive for.
WA
