everytime you speak to me, a nail flies and hits me, contaminating me with more rust and hatred, i bleed yet you dont seem to notice. what is it that keeps you from letting me see you, your true face. its hard to trust these days, but what can be done? is there any solution? we are all vulnerable to the cruel people that inhabit this so called home planet, yet, inside, we all are strangers.
The fact i cant cry doesnt mean that im not human. the fact that i have feelings doesnt mean im human. another hibrid, another error, another oxygen wasting, space taking, annoying animal that dares to speak your name and calls himself yours trully. as i said before, im not special, yet im the only person who should see without seeing. blind man's feelings are more pure than the privileged ones, who actually think they see, they all see outer images, holograms produced by you to hide yourself. i shall not call you pathetic, because through my eyes i see greatness. but im the blind man, you wont beleive me. nobody ever does, im the lepper, the one you dont want to be seen with, the one you get ashamed to be named with, yes, thats me, im not proud, but im the most loyal servant youll ever have. when everybody has lied ill still be there, tearing myself apart, limb from limb, to keep you alive, the sacrifice you wouldnt normally take, yet i always give without you noticing.
its sad, so sad, pathetic and unbeleivable, have u ever tried to look at me without drowning yourself in repulsion, i know you do, i know, but i dont. this contradictory attitud just confuses me more, makes me smaller and smaller. theres no one to blame, just hopes, of light, again, enlightment. i ask and pray, even plead, why doesnt it come, why must we suffer. because we want to. there is a reazon, but there isnt, life and death, thats what its all about...