Pity to those without beat, to the vampires that **** your soul
Wrap it up in their own vain wishes, and sell it to the famished narcissists.

Sorrow to those without flame, those who feed on your failure
Put pessimism on their pedestal, and lust only for a gateway to supremacy.

Indifference to those without serenity, to the destroyers of dreams and goals
Who forge a storm with no calm at its end, and find comfort in a bed of selfish thorns.

But empathy to those with compassion, who have survived the grips of the villains
Still lost but free of ignorance, with humble souls capable of painting happy endings.