Pity

Crying within these long cold shadows of midnight lore,
  Holding my heart in my own palms, pierced by lies.
Weeping for an lot emotion i swear never to fall again,
  Howling outloud these accursed word of affection,
Cursing my name time and time again wishing i had died,
  For an rotten oul is better off burning in hell!!!.

An eternity of agony will teach meto care again,
  An lifetime if sorrow will wipe away my tears atlast,
An deathless journey through the flaming hills will make me whole...

The dreams of an broken oul...The lore of an hattered heart,
  The lullaby for the weak....The weat serenade for the worthless,
The unspoken words of an god long forgoten....

These little truth we see here and there, everywhere....
  Painted on the wall with the blood of the innocent...
Writen in our flesh with inanity...
  Carved to wall with our nails...
Spoken outloud only when drugged or drunk,
  When the only goal is attention and pity...

These wretchedbeings linger on avoidof life, an empty shell avoid of meaning.
  Our friend an family...loved ones,we never know how to help them survive such an loss..
None speaks of it...none think of it,they wih to forget and let it be an fading  memory...