On the far edge of the world there are
fanatics of many minds and religions.
They have uninteresting histories,
jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature.

Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners.
I’ve never given them a single thought,
because they're nothing to me.

They’re insignificant—living curiosities
and I grant them no more sympathy
than I would a flock of wild birds.

Of course, I’d never wish to harm wild birds
unless they had the wherewithal to attack me,
in inimitable, Hitchcock style.
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Songs for this:
Kashmir by  by Toni Jevicky
broken people by narcissists cookbook
Bring Me to Silence (Audiotree Live) by Fievel Is Glauque

I feel nothing anymore, kept behind well shut doors.
My life is ticking time, so please love just this once please don't lie.
And if I find my way through dripping arms and blood shot eyes, tell me love would you cry?
Desperate for so much need, will I sink as low as death?
Sore and sick, as I take my last breath.
And if I wish you were still here my pulse would cut and I'd disappear.
No honest plea or falling tear will keep me in this atmosphere.
I've come so close but not so far, keeping from falling apart.
Belligerent and broken is the flow my hearts spoken.
Scared and diseased yet you hear no plead.
Is there something wrong or is it just me.
I'm wrong your right, this is the story night after night.
So natural but fake, each whisper keeps me awake.
Take your silent bow as we clap aloud, you've won a well played game
that's not figured out.
The style is my disguise but beneath the cloth thy story lays.
As wise ones wonder strong ones die.
This is the puzzled life, the life of lies.
So take a breath of this sin filled air, no one notices, no one cares.
Heavy hands but hollow hearts, only despair follows.
And yet I ask... take me away so sorry and true and steal the words from my shattered heart
"I love you."

*-dh

hostile,
and aggressive,
maybe you are
perfect for me,
darling.