The Watcher

Alone I sit in silence I contemplate life in all its violence As I gather my cloak of shadows In quiet contemplation of my reservations On human kindness Alone I sit in darkness Surrounded by a bleakness I consider life and its weakness Is it worth my attention will I find redemption? In the human heart? Alone I sit in the cold And I am totally enthralled By the wrongs humanity inflicts On each other, thine own brother and thy lover All for your own gain Alone I sit in this void And I conclude humanity is devoid Of the very things it claims are free No love, no kindness and no loyalty So I move on