They are the heart givers and the breath takers without them I cannot live but just like my exgirlfriend they can't seem to find where they left their compassion.
I cannot breathe but that is only because it cost too much to live understanding their desire of money it pains me to know greed not of my own will be the cause of my death.
That in my generosity I forgot planting trees does not grow the greens they seek and the carrots sprouting are ones they eat not the ones they don't wear to the office but dance around their family with.
Education was supposed to be their gravity and with each ounce of knowledge built an anchor to the moon because instead of humanity they've become a celestial star whose imagination wanders outside the orbit of those who may be suffering.
A broken hearted soul paves the waiting room with their corpse because while in the void something had to go and it wasn't the money but a man that couldn't afford to keep his heart going.
Heart problems, but eventually a problem that I can't afford to fix.