A New Don


A good conscience begs you to never lose faith
on the damned, the broken, the out of place
But when these people lose ears and eyes
it’s not their soul that feels the tide
A current pulling to a farther depth
one where sanity is never kept
On streets of broken glass and ties
they stumble on going blind,
and as you reach out to help
they break your hand and then yourself
Blessed with lack of common sense
never will they confess
to the leeches living in their brain,
the ones they swallowed to kill the pain.
Feeding off of moral ground
making all their words unsound
for the good it’s hard to say goodbye
but sometimes in order to live,
you must live and let die

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