The d**h of desire
Not caused by satisfaction
But by resignation
A cold black stone
Framed by my lungs, my chest
Filling the hole, replacing my heart
There is no one to trust
For we all are weak
A lack of care and compa**ion
Exhibited by people
Towards themselves
Others and their environment
Not for the first time I reach this conclusion:
I'm no longer willed to identify
With this people
Unbroken
Unbroken my solitude will be