deaf eyes seem to watch

the actions of definition

human mockery.

persuasions never made me

feel so sickened.

where's your action?

spent stabbing aimlessly

at walls with your fists

as apparitions.

they do what they do

because this lonely town

feels like hospital beds,

and you let them.

i've broke my hands for

less than this.

there's nothing left

to justify to you.

with every breath that

i exhale i wonder what it's

like to feel alive.

maybe it's only in this light,

but you're not a victim

no consequence

breeds no conscience.