every senseless thought
you are not dead to the mind.

reading to you from my fingertips
your destiny lies in a drought.

aimless and lost
you are blind

I am not mute,
I am not naive to you
I am anything but practiced
in the art of fixing your soul
everytime it breaks.

You, to me.
We are one salvaged being
Chained.
Gruesomely punished.
We are it.

But you are forgotten.
You are one sad, sick person
You are the one.
You will not make it.

But me, I am just blind.