Estranged
Cold like a stone I went heedless, O you sensitive folk ! you are faithless, While some always try to be in a form I despise because attributions gathers no storm When genuine is severely persecuted, It's my thoughts that goes culpable. To cry when barbed by the perversion, is your habit of seeking conversion, from tensile to tender, for I may not, do things to reach a naught, but may fit as an anarchist before people who are hollowly altruistic Seeking haven is man's own brutality to his own pride and versatility, Throwing values at others faces, is what you can do when you hit the bottom of the vase Blind with prejudice you always try to drown, Seek respect but all you get is my frown. A despicable tomorrow is all you expect when it has turned a shadow for you I shed all my withered clad to be true to smell an air of scorn around me Materialism is your way to objectify but that is your stale version of hypocrisy to testify. It's your idea
