Oblivion ✔

Spectator

The wind feels warm on my face,
There are so much noises and yet there is this invinsible silence that hugs me when I cry.

There are so many people around, then why can't they hear my voice when I scream.

They see the perpetrator, they see the victim and they become the spectator.

It's just this loneliness that I feel,
I wish someone had reached a hand.
I wish someone had stood up for what they say is right.

You all saw it. Didn't you?

You saw me suffering, you saw me crying, you saw me screaming.

The perpetrator knows what he has done, he knows all his crimes, he knows he inflicted sorrow.

But do you realize what you saw?
Do you not feel shame to stand in front of me, you inflicted pain.

You killed a part of me who believed, who believed in people like you.

I pass by, I guess you don't remember me, I'm the one who you left alone in the street.

I guess I'm mad to blame you, since I was wearing less clothes.
Since you were just mere audience, who came to watch the show.

I guess I will never meet you behind the bars, but I will come to see you everyday where you watched and I lost everything.