#623 On Walking Away From The Maimed

Just watch me walking away
Riding off into my own private sunset
Alone, but unhurt

I sought my own refuge
From your games
And here I am
Intact and ungrateful 
- or so you would say

I refuse to be one of the maimed
And those who have remained
They will bear their own scars, in time 

Goodbye. 
I have no more tears left to cry.