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Author: Paper Terrace
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Published: 03-23-04 - Updated: 03-23-04 - id:1559750
Trampled Out
Walk alone
down these dark streets
That grow colder
As the minute
Upon my watch
Grows on
The ice slowly cracks
The glass covering
The metal minute hands
Shattering in a rainbow of light
Under a decaying street light
Glowing a sickly yellow
Flickering out
Every second
Gentle hands
Remove the brown leather
From my wrist
No need for this
Anymore
Cast away
Over the bridge
To the river's icy depths
Not a post lantern in sight
The only thing
That guides my steps
Is the glowing radiance
Of the evening moon
As it weaves in and out
Of the clouds
Illuminated in bright greys
Against the navy sky
Of the falling night
Breathe comes forth
In white gusts
From cracked and bleeding lips
Paying no heed
As i slowly tread down
This City Street
Steam comes forth
In crawling tendrils
From sidewalk heat vents
People gathered about
In patched clothing
To keep warm
Yet i just walk on
It's none of my concern
Is it not my concern?
Walking away
From my own kind?
Leaving them in the cold
Yet i threw the watch
Away
To the river's icy grip
Isn't it the same
As ignoring those
That are in need
If I don't look
They won't exist
In my mind
Keep walking away
They're like
That broken watch
Convince myself
That it's all right
In my troubled mind
Cause don't i have
Bigger problems
Then to care
For those around me
That drift
From Street to street
Looking for warmth
Like that broken watch
Their shell is merely shattered
And don't deserve
To be just thrown away
Humanity's leaders
Say so much
Yet they do so little
For those that
Depend on the street
Will we forever
Apply Darwin's theory
To these helpless souls
Yes...
That's what we'll do
For it'll make us feel
So much better
Every time we ignore them
Simply remember
The strong survive
The weak shall crumble
In their ruin
Built by themselves
In the end...
Aren't we all
Just as weak
As those that live
Upon the street
Trust slowly bends
Till it breaks
Nothing means
What it used to
When we see that man
Lying on the street
Turn our heads
Away in disgust
Shuffle away
With that discomfort
In your chest
Wishing to help
Yet deep down
Know you never will
Believe the words
Of those politicians
Won't the make
Everything better?
Yes if we ignore
Our own
Apply Darwin's theory
To everything in life
It'll all be alright
Wait for the day
That you're sitting
Upon the street
Pressed against
The blistering blow
Of the heating vent
Just to keep
Your curled fingers
From freezing
Close your eyes
Pretend it doesn't exist
Let humanity
Fall away
Why don't we
Just live like
The savages
We really are
The ones that hide
Underneath the business suit
If we can not
Even care for our own
Then when we fall
Who will stop
To pick us up?
Or will they watch
In uncaring silence
As we're trampled out
Into death
It doesn't matter
The strong survive
Isn't that right?


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