[Inhuman]

Blood on my shoes makes light of death and we mock the crime.
Behold the youth.
Sad again.
Hair all fucked, with black eyes but untouched.
But I could care less.
I behold their resources.
They get so far, and cause so much stress.
Behold my own part.
Unaware of where we start.
But you've given up on giving back, and frankly I miss your heart.