Thursday, September 8, 2005

I just don't bleed

They say that you have to take the lead.
They speak of satisfaction in doing your deed
And of deserving the fruit having planted the seed.
But hurt is what all I get...but I just don't bleed.

This wretched world of futile existence, of no need
In their shells of selfishness, subjugated by their greed
For small things of this vastness, how they plead.
On such ignorance, I sneer; I hurt, but just don’t bleed.

Soaked in the worldly vice, yes they do succeed
The pathetic fall for pettiness, yes they do indeed
They think that they think, they think that they read.
How I wish my tears rolled, how I wish I could bleed.

But frailty of their feeble minds, what can it concede?
The brains whose capacity even inanimate exceed.
To the smallest hint of spark they bowed down and agreed
But the rebels, they mock, they snub, they follow and bleed.

Everyone forgot the message that was to be carried
The message to which no one now pays heed
On mere mention of which they deftly recede.
How can I show how it hurts, I just don’t bleed.

So I wait for the day when this soul is freed
So I burn in the fire that I myself feed
But I see the freedom long before my ashes are buried
I wait and only hurt myself...but just won't bleed.

N.


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