In and out of a walling conscious,
unbound, untempted-no fate;
I am not sharing these feelings, just thoughts-
with those that contemplate;
Righteously enough, they are tough as they stand
idly, awaiting-still entrenched in their lying;
To hear the voice of envy, so cries of desperation,
as it is, a lack of emotion, a shortcoming.
I seek the minimum response from Life,
because these thoughts are shaking-an anxious
awakening, a friend that is waiting;
I hope you feel the same, through this, with this;
Soon, I have hope enough for few, but for them,
Damnation.
