Deadly - Poetry

Disease

And who loves the man talking to himself and throwing empty bottles at the ruthless walls?
Who hears his cries in the cold night and breathes in his scent of putrid sweetness?
Who prays for him and asks God to forgive him for all his sins?
Maybe he is the poison in this soil
The great disease
Of the living
And the rich
Will always secretly hate the poor
From their marble balconies
They will call them the disease
And they will envy them
For they are free
Yes, they run like horses
And destroy hole cities
And talk like birds
And they seem beautiful
From afar
Because there you cannot see the blood
On their feathers
And the teeth they had to grow
Only to stay afloat
You will think they fly
When they are actually
Falling

You will never know how it is to sleep with one eye open
And the freedom of throwing a bottle against the wall
Because sometimes you hate the walls
And covering them with curtains and flowers and tokens of ostentatious living won't change the fact that it's a wall
And it won't make it any less
Ruthless

And you ask who would love someone without the courage to throw that empty bottle
And delight in the sound of destruction
To
Run like horses
And burn down hole cities
With a single match
To learn the language of birds
And fly in the grey morning of loneliness
It only takes courage to
Fall

You will never
Because you are made of marble
And you will never be broken
Like glass
You will never know what it's like to be an empty bottle
In the hands of a mad man
Shattering
Hear me now!
Delight in my destruction
Fall in love with my undoing
Watch me from afar and call me beautiful
Just please
Don't
Come
Closer

I am the true disease

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