The gutter of the world
Why does she hide behind the long sleeved armor and the chain mail of hate?
self loathing eats at her skin leaving scars for all to see,
and eroding acid of disgust bubbles up from within,
she sits back and watches as the world passes her by,
they one who reaches out gets eaten alive,
alone is where she is and where she shall be,
safe in danger,
comfortable in itchy woolen armor of hate,
in the gutter of the world.
Every thing grew dark,
The air was cold with a bitter twinge of regret.
And the hand that once held mine gone, lost, nearly forgoten.
The promises we made became dust in the wind,
and the laughter an empty echo of yesterday.
I’ve lost my way and so have you.
Wandering on in search of happiness we may never reach.
Strangers now, gone, lost. nearly forgot..
Wandering, lost, cold, hopless, screaming out to the crowd, pleading for peace, for help, for someone to save her from the monster.
Nobody hears they walk past. ignoring, not seeing, blinded by their realitys that are so different from hers.
The monster calls out rushing to her, needing to be satisfied, his hunger needing sated for another night.
Pushing through the crowd she runs, pleading, begging for the help she know she will not recieve.
Her armour not strong enough to keep his claws at bay.
Tears streaming waterfalls of pain and sorrow she screams.
Shes real, why cant they see her, hear her, or feel her touch?
she is nothing but a ghost, a whisp of mist. Lost alone forgotten.
The monster wins.