The Haunted

We're untouchable,a breed of our own.
In kinship between those who live on the outside.
No expectations,no extra weight.
Only idiots nurture a dying dream.
Make no mistake.
A world separates our realities.
It'll all end in tears.
The remorseful subside & decline.
Generations of deadbeat passive receptacles.
Brooling in front of their glowing screens.
There is nothing to say.
Stand down.
We have nothing to prove.
Our statement is made: