Also Untitled by FatalError
Cold whispers slip into my ears
Telling me things I never wanted to hear
Brush off my shoulder and turn to my rear
Walk away ignorant and happy.. shedding no tears
Fingers pointing and making their claims
No judgement for me, nothing to blame
Attachments I've lost with the aging of time
Nothing holding me back, nothing making me blind
Envious stares watching with condemnation in mind
Unable to grasp what's in me that they too hold inside
To make inferior is their intention, but to no surprise
The emptiness remains, still nowhere to hide
Harsh steps forward as they walk with the herd
No point or direction as long as they are secure
Unintentionally broken, they fixed themselves up that way
A spin of the clock with no hands and no face