Sore scars on my body ask
If I can't kill people
and if I can't save people
than what use am I?
Days will whither by
and I can be amazed.
I can be inspired
and I can be delighted.
I can jump in
and not find anything,
except for more words.
If you read; you'll judge
are the words
printed across my face.
Although I don't need
to fake a smile.
It's always just there waiting
for a good or bad reason to appear.
Train tracks call for endings
and I call for reasonings.
Either rarely get
their wish fulfilled,
thought death and truth
are much more common than believed.
Nothing has to be normal or expected.
Just strange.