A martyr in sorrow,
Loathing tomorrow,
Loathing the vain,
Was this all for which he came?
Vividly the faces linger,
Of devils and demons keeping him tight,
Hanging on to his pittyfull life.
Although every single day,
The obsession had been the same.
He’d watch and stare,
People which passed,
With this horrible glare,
Because to him,
Empty they were.
Loathing tomorrow,
Loathing the vain,
Was this all for which he came?
Vividly the faces linger,
Of devils and demons keeping him tight,
Hanging on to his pittyfull life.
Although every single day,
The obsession had been the same.
He’d watch and stare,
People which passed,
With this horrible glare,
Because to him,
Empty they were.
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