The World's Fetish

Have you ever heard the screaming of so many broken hearts? Have you ever seen a sea made by so many salty tears? Have you ever seen so many bodies killed by disappearing self-worth? Have you ever seen so many mourning over the life they never had? Here I sit, on a curb, wondering what can be real. Here I sit, on a curb, wondering how people can keep a faith. Here I sit, on a cloud, of so many other’s misery. Here I sit, in a daze, remembering there is no God. I see the eyes, staring at me through miscolored glasses, as though I’ve gone insane. I see the fingers, pointing at me, as though I’m their every blame. Then they hear the screams, see the tears, see the cuts and scars. Now they know, that I am made, of what they are. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 05:34 PM PST   0 • 11