Cold World Poem by kharon march

a cold cold world that does not care about anyone you are just a face an the crowd as am I just a voice that will go unheard.This world shares no concren for those who die every day the one's that share similar faits are tied together by sircumstance.There is no such thing as a happy life because every one endures strife but thats how it is a screwed up world that doesent care about its kids we will all die one day and have to atone for our sins.but i dont fear the unknown just the unexpected.the thought of not waking up one day does not fase me because I am a face no one nos my identity so its up to me to paint that picture.I will plant the seeds and evetually have to reap the benifits or the repracutions of what i do an this life