I care not what you say
I have no empathy with you.
My thoughts prelude my dreams
Reality is not what it seems.
We all die,
Some with honour
Some before their time
Some scream in agony.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.
I care not what you say
I have no empathy with you.
My thoughts prelude my dreams
Reality is not what it seems.
We all die,
Some with honour
Some before their time
Some scream in agony.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.