If I lose my dignity.
Will someone care.
will I wake tomorrow.
from this nightmare.
All our dreams are used and wasted.
Even with heart we are sure to lose this war.
between ourselves and death.
theirs no such thing as a good heart.
theirs no such thing as a perfect soul.
no one can really love at all.
because all hearts are like a black hole.
A souls a dark and evil thing.
no one knows or cares about it at all.
no one will be there to catch you.
especially when you start to fall..