How do the banished survive?
By instinct,
Luck,
Or prayer?.
I wonder,
Have your self ever wondered?
About these careless whispers,
That cause the voices in the head,
That develop a feeling,
A feeling of wanting to die but not to be dead.
I want to live,
More than anything,
But this love for myself is insecure.
Am afraid the banished might call it selfishness.
But then?
What's it in for me to be shameful of my love,
I have always lived alone.
Recited my own lectures to manhood.
All the others left me on the roof alone.
I never had a society to relate.
I dream every night,
That I got everything I wanted,
It was all a nightmare,
I can never have it all.
I am a banished,
A survivor for the case,
The rivers carried me here
I have no walls to lean on,
Nor a shoulder to cry on.
When my time comes,
May the heavens bare me true witness,
So you may know that I have tried,
To live among the unfazed
And the truth you should all know,
I deserved better.
I know,
We all know I was a better man.
