Cold and cramped,
It cannot breathe
Everyone left It,
Left this one behind
Alone It cries,
Alone It sits,
We wonder why
It gives a shit
Alone It sleeps
Alone It tries,
There It weep,
And tells Itself lies
Alone It lived,
Alone It died,
Here we feast,
On It's lost mind
It was all alone
Left here In fear,
Tortured by It's thoughts,
Of those who left It
To die by our hands,
The hands of the unconscious,
Where we only live and breathe,
In the mind.
©nirajbaral
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