Time left here in an empty shell. Wasting away at a worthless call. People bugging, life hugging, battle raging on for the worth of life, chugging it down for approval of the land and family when you are under the pressure of the world is crumpling down around and nobody can control the pain of it all. The life is torture and the line is far off of the walking path of pain and solace. Nothing can prepare for the hell of the living creatures farthest from the civilized humanity of the higher social caste. Waiting the arrival of the removal of yourself from the pain of the world's poisons.
