I can’t. I won’t and why should i

Drones of identical souls without goals 

They bear arms, armed with ammunition, aimed at my heart 

Perfected a target so easily, so carelessly

I don’t understand why and why should i

A girl with love to give, more than all the water in the sea

An intention, genuine

Always dismissed, shit

They say, or do they, why would they

I want what i have to give, nobody wants it but me

Cuddling in my own arms, my sinking sweet aroma

I don’t even want to share, you don’t care

Malicious as intent may be or not be

Feels like a million targets stuck all over me