Mr. Nobody


How shallow is your muse.

Deepening the rage

as the lies fall off your tongue.

How many shades of pain are there?

Just ask your favorite victim.

No apology, no excuse.

The sounds of haunting,

immortalized in simple thought.

Define this bitter sorrow

and frail words that bleed.

Dead hearts will stir,

green-eyed and zealous.

Broken eyes, afflicted soul.

How meaningless in tragedy.