body limps on crutches, old ladders of belief and pride
melting, dripping through the age of old wood
pool reflective of it in whole
the screams of fears, the call for hope
the remains are splashed against concrete
no belief, no support
done with reason to beautify
done with reason to communicate
never looked at
never pondered on
here to love to hate you
here to stay to leave you
justify for you
steal breath beneath you
steal words within you