Everyday

Everyday - A pom

Walking by lights, cutting them.
Like a ghost, shard of life I move,
Leech to society abandoned by trusted,
Abandoned by cruel enemies.

In the mist of chaos the sound
Of a horn banging through reality
Small, dead body on the gray,
Filthy blood of innocents.

A hug in a cloud, blue tears of white
Broken and repaired silver, metal floor
I stand there alone, with abandoners
Looking for mercy, chance, finding coolness.

Walking by shadows, becoming them.
Like a ghost, shard of life, I move.
Leech to loved ones, working
Being consumed by loneliness