When all have friends and I none
Along the way finding one
But then so insecure of poverty of love, i work like a drugged mute
And have no other life to fulfil
Living in the grey, suburban regions of time
in mourning still, for nothing
Whilst others have ego
whilst others wealth
I cannot have it
Always at the back hand of the conversation of the opinionated
I live in this under world, sickened by Human cruelty
The arrogance in which it grows
People soft flesh, "Have become like destruction
the destroyers of worlds and here on this worn pavement
In this valleys town,
The orange necklace in the midnight rain
Under the heavy mountain
In this place of doubts
I find a world in which even a drop of love
sustains us
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