The Lost And The Beaten Poem by Unspoken Truth

I walk alone in the broken street with barkings and growlings;
I go alone through the empty days without any care nor feeling;
Sometimes I wish my farewell could find me and tell me I'm leaving;
But I stand alone, I cry alone and am alone in life without meaning.

I march across the line with dark countenances upon mine;
Then this worthless question starts bothering my strenghless mind;
Would they wonder what it's like to be the only darkness among them lights?
So I guess they'll never know and everything will maintain behind the rights.

I never wanted to spin the yarn and tell a stupid rigmarole;
All I ever longed for was a tiny little space in their hearts and soul;
I don't want to go on as a discrete night wanderer who is yet to be forgotten;
I only want a smile from the world, some love from home and one piece of your heaven,

And so the story gets told;
By myself, the very much beaten.