wounds open
hope closes
sitting on the ground
i constant repear
dismis the surroundings
open the eyes
grow to human love
and close down human shame
look through those who
dont waste your time
close them to who bring nonsense
they complain for reasons thay will never
resolve for any better
because the bring
guilt on the ones who have no responsibility
for their wines
nothing
is wrong
wrong
the nonsense thats brang
but dont overlook it
just stop it
by leaving it
to torturing its own self
look at it
its screaming for love
its face is scrapped and torn
bruises blue
black
and empty meaning
i do not feel no sympathy