Slave.
To a saying much too loud,
To a doing, a trying,
That transmutates
Emptyness
Into a wall
Much too high.
And master.
To them all,
Unwanted, unneeded,
But existant all the same,
I'm as real as it gets.
A closed hand,
Never to reach out to them.
I'm but a slave that knows nothing but pain
In a place built to endure,
I'm but a master of self-pitty,
The apathetic spectator
Of the misery you're building
Up into the sky.
[I'm hearthbound to the land where i'll lay in bones and dust. Only death teaches you how to love.]
