• darksoul715 10w

    Apathy of an Outcast

    There's an uncanny comfort
    In my place of discarded refuse.
    Is this where I belong?
    Do I care?
    Alienated by the residue of my youth
    Simply a thorn in the side
    Of those compelled to protect,
    I'm at home as a blasphemous reject!
    Take me...take me not!
    No concern for my own rot!
    Here or there
    No despair
    My soul remains bare.