Why must you breathe?

It saddens me, the thought of such 

fuckery. 

People everywhere, 

with their peeping toms, 

wicked tongues, 

and their lecherous fingers. 

the pleas for help, 

don't seem to break the system.

Corruption has evolved, 

manipulation is set, 

approaching the inner workings of our minds. 

there's no way in.

there's no way out. 

there's no way to stop this, 

unless our desperate cries can trigger,

our pleas will help no more. 

our pleas won't rock the boat, 

but we'll need to. 

Author's Note

4 in the morning poem anyone?

Reviews

[Cierra]

this is pretty amazing, i must say.