I Spy With My Little Eye
Something sits slunk in the corner
Am I the only mourner?
This stranger rocks weeping
it has been sleeping
It has awoke to find
its nightmare was not in its mind
It realizes that this is real
sadness it begins to feel
I step closer to this unknown
For in this dungeon no light is shown
Darkness envelops this victim
My cigarette the only light on him
As I step closer "help me" he whimpers
"save me from these night tremors"
This is no dream my friend
Your sorrow will not end
"I am dying" he tells me
How can I save thee?
"Carry on my word
So little am I heard"
As I step closer to the helpless soul
Gasoline penetrates my nostrils whole
Who are you good sir
"I am Mankind's Conscious mister
I have lived in the shadows as mankind
cuts each others throats without mind
of the consequences of heartless acts
So will you help me in the face of these facts?"
I contemplate his pleading
A conscious this world is needing
But what is that to me
No benefit for me do I see
With the smell of gasoline still in my nose
I flick my cigarette at his body and ragged clothes
As I turn and leave I hear his moans
As I turn and leave I trip over Chivalry and Honesty's bones
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