What is to be
Of you and me
When all we see
Is abundance of misery,
People become lost
The masses turn to frost
Their soul is the cost
Of that something that went a loft,
These people are so weird
When you scream..they don't hear
All they are is filled with fear
And your loving heart they begin to sear,
Yet there's a love
It's completely unexplained
Like this poem
That's completely unordained,
It seems for them to stop the pain
Isn't really something they should strain
They would rather have someone slain
Than help someone that is drenched in pain.
