Unfelt sores

I view the greed dripping out of your tears,

As the shattering, squeaky voice fills the space.

Pitiful to admit, you’ve been damaged for years,

I’d endure the suffering of yours and replace.

Silence fils the room, nothing looks like it appears.

So many things to say, I’d rather shut it but it’s a race.

I spit out the cruel truth, my soul has no regards.