The Quiet Sufferer

The plot thickens and it sickens me that nothing has changed. Through all of creation, we are greed, we are blindness, we are criticism And we fill our mind with dark things, with no thought for the dark things forced upon others. WE call a man our brother, but feed him to the machine so that we can be seen wearing socks and shoes. I choose myself to be cold, but there is madness in this. I am warm! Those bold enough to look are mad. They are forced to trade their comfort for happiness. But can any of you understand this?! Look away! Spare your honor- do not pretend to care. Vain, foolish people. Do what I say or not- you condemn yourself each way- lest you take the path you do not dare to take. Give it all away. Then show me your heart. Until then I stand with you And stare into the dark.