Gazing from the window, looking down on all who pass

‘Pathetic’

‘Putrid’

‘Unworthy’

The good of the many does not exist

Life is too precious, they’re wasting it away

‘Withering’

‘Sprawling’

‘Decaying’

Every last one of them, worse off than the rest

They stand, gathered round their stalls

‘Cackling’

‘Mocking’

‘Sneering’

Their talk is marked with vicious bite

Their smiles consume their faces

‘Deceitful’

‘Treacherous’

‘Hollow’

Loss of faith; no ounce of respect

The Devil bows her head to me

‘Succumb’

‘Surrender’

‘Indulge’

The words grasp tighter still

No one will ever be good enough

‘Feeble’

‘Desolate’

‘Cancerous’

Shed from this life without a trace

To rise above my ailment and find

‘Hope’

‘Virtue’

‘Benevolence’

Its reach falls miles away. The light subsides

And there go the sheep

‘Marching’

‘Faltering’

‘Existing’

But always staying in line