Neuropath

A rise without me
Coming on in some faces
Some hearts feed together
Broken bones will never heal
Lost blood is lost in fever
It could’ve been worse
All the lungs suffer
Breathing
Eating
Sleeping
Feeling

All is waste, waste of air
All is waste, waste of food
All is waste, waste of illusion
All is waste, waste of diffusion
All is waste, waste of despair
All is waste, waste we share
All is waste, waste of words
All is waste, waste for herds

There was someone here
In the shadows
They wouldn’t believe
It ate into my thighs
Who drinks now from my eyes

There is always someone here
To take always someone too weak
I am not asking
Disappointment is acceptance