The Damaged People

"Who are you?"
 "I am what you desire."
 "I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so. They have no pity. They know that others can survive as they do."
 The Damaged People
 "Sleep... a kind of death, perhaps?"
 Like a man, alone, sitting on the bench
 Invisible to us all
 Like the village idiot who made us laugh
 Until he raped a girl behind the bike shed
 Like the 8-year-old boy walking to the park
 To find his mom because the fridge is empty
 Again
 The Damaged People
 Like the dead man on the second floor
 No one noticed he was gone until the smell came
 Like the woman at the station going through the trash
 While we try our best to ignore her
 Like the Russian girl who was promised good work
 But the only job she was forced to do
 Was to fuck you for money
 The Damaged People
 Like the woman selling her body each day
 To get the heroin her body needs
 Like the little girl ripped from her family
 Because her daddy sold pictures of her
 Like the dying man fighting for his life
 Trying to win just another (?)
 Like the gay teenager killing himself
 Because his parents told him what the world does to faggots
 Like the world leaders getting high on power
 I wonder if they really give a damn
 About the millions of people running from a war
 A war they never asked for
 "Who are you?"
 "I am what you desire."
 "I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous."
 The Damaged People