The Black Hole, the Grinch, the Tin Man and the Cancer cell

A black hole with no feelings
No emotions or empathy
No guilt streaming
Through that void where the heart is supposed to be.

Like the Grinch,
A heart two sizes too small,
Or rather, the tin man
With no heart at all.

Treating humans like toys
Once outgrown and bored
Throw it out,
Or keep it and let it rot.

Humans are graded,
An eight or a ten,
Judged by your standard,
Has to be a perfect ten.

A cancerous cell,
That grows and grows,
Eating life away,
Blow by blow.

No words can describe you,
Not even the most horrible word in the dictionary,
And that is why at night,
You cry to sleep alone in misery.

Reviews

[Careless Dreamer]

I would love to see you perform this at a spoken word event.. This is dope....

[Hana Saemon]

oh i would love to if i can find one in christchurch. that would be really awesome! thank you! this means alot to me! :)

[DJ]

Sounds like someone made you angry, i bet they deserved it. Best revenge is the written word.

[Hana Saemon]

at least the person was... erm... inspirational? haha.