I thought happiness would happen the day I found societies groove for me ,to mesh with the machine that's been tormenting me. Does it speak ,or so the old saying goes ,"Actions speak louder than words." I'm a hole ,yes a hole ,perhaps inventive but still left alone ,do you wish to dwell in the dark ,light might make you happy ,yet those still discouraging remarks. Faint ,displaced ,alone ,desecrate ,it's all so sappy ,isn't it the lie of a few who are rich ,no poor I'd say , poor in the worst way. I'd state the facts ,though what's the use? blind faith is death to the followers of charisma ,I'll leave it be to burn anew ,to make soldiers out of hopeless fools that thought in their hearts ,just as I ,"I will live again." my conscience never resurrected ,neither my brother or my sister did I see ,the light I glimpsed ,sadly it took away my wings.