In the land of the wasteful

The flesh is bound to despairing

Time like a mosquito

Caught in Amber

Unmovingly

All dreams dreamt away

Are as transient as its blood

Orange clarity

In the mind

Of thee, those in the land

Of the wasteful...

Pain is as hollow as

The uncaring

When already the broken heart

Has let go, passed long ago

Since childhood's end

Not having known

To recognize

Or find oneself

In the beauty of a world

We played pretend

In the land of waiting

For our sadnesses to end

Waking up alone

After all

In the land of ungrateful men.

*(The kind have gone extinct)