In this World

Some things in this world are inconceivable,
Like me without you,
What ceremony of words can fix this?
How many 'I'm sorry's' will it take?

One day ill have my death of him,
His greed has set the world on fire,
While I stand, burning, a stranger,
Silence after silence offers itself,

I take it you had not been satisfied?
I can smell your lies,
I injest them as I breathe in,

Now I live quietly and remember a world I have lost.