Rant

Lurking in the corners

never coming in front

leaving words half spoken

never confront

Feeding on the crimson heart

draining every bond exist

leaving empty, it deserve

self-righteously insist

Taking everything for granted

is tradition followed by

think they own the world

owe nothing and never die

A joke, irony what else if not

they face what earn, still blame others

increasing day by day such clan

think they have right on whats' another's