I hear the muffled voices of distance
Snickers of the devils, the mockery of my existence
I could fade into mist, let blood feed on my soul
The treacheries of the present dig in the flesh of my form, a hole.
Cries of my smile go unnoticed, the tyranny of my heartbeat
Treated with apathy; I’m falling into the numbness of where I reside,
In this tormented abode, on an overcast, cold street.
A sardonic camaraderie is what I’ve accepted, with the masked creatures of being
That surround me; they lick my bones
While I walk the pathway of malice, at me, they throw stones.
I weep, gather my gait, my thoughts
Trying to awaken the carcass of my lungs that have been smothered, trampled upon
By the seize of their condescending eyes and uncouth manifestations.
I am hurting, falling, burying myself into the ground
To see what I can see, the teardrops of my endurance,
There they have left dots.