Someone stands here waiting for something that will not come.
And is yet no-one at all.
a freak of nature nothing more.
Society won't except him til he hits the floor.
His nerves shot down.
His hope lies dead on the ground.
This is what society created.
From what they feared and hated.
This man is breaking.
His life lies there for the taking.
A slave to society nonetheless.
His mind a twisted mess.
But that's what they want.
And that's exactly what they got.
Can you tell me why.
You all left him to die?
He is at all no-one.
And now he's broken.
He twitches in his sleep.
That broken man is me...
