deaf eyes seem to watch   the actions of definition   human mockery.   persuasions never made me   feel so sickened.   where's your action?   spent stabbing aimlessly   at walls with your fists   as apparitions.   they do what they do   because this lonely town   feels like hospital beds,   and you let them.   i've broke my hands for   less than this.   there's nothing left   to justify to you.   with every breath that   i exhale i wonder what it's   like to feel alive.   maybe it's only in this light,   but you're not a victim   no consequence   breeds no conscience.