i will be dead
and make the quick
journey to dust
before your film ever
gets developed
take a good look
at the ghost i am
before or after
the last breath
mattered not to me
as much as something
to fill the emptiness
in the center of me
sing your praise
where's your God now
banter your philosophies
about what is truth
i can not hear you
over the silent scream
that my lack of strength
could not release
what of my suffering
in your lavish lives
can you eat and shit
so carefree
unless you look away
from the reminder
that all is not perfect
in this world
what good are your
technologies
and your shining cities
and your shit heaps
of things
that you fill your
voids with
if you could not save me
you didn't even try
as long as i am
half a world away
you can sleep tonight
carefree
like the passing thought
that i have become
©2003 D.C. Vision
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