Outcast pariah of the lurid caste

Outcast Pariah of the Lurid Caste

So, you're an outcast, you say. 

But maybe, one day 

everything will be explained, 

and reasons will be unveiled. 

Untouchable like pariah, untouchable like the leper. 

"Two" to create "together" is still too people to gather. 

I know. You're not even a foe. 

You're like nothingness while everyone's everything goes. 

Disappointment is in not being disappointed at all. 

You're underground: there can't be falling at all.

When broken and disassembled, 

when lost and dismantled, 

what can anyone just do? 

You don't know too. 

I'd rather say to you 

that even if they are few, 

they can give you cues. 

Investigating reasons, 

it's up to your decisions. 

If you do not find an answer, 

wandering in that meander, 

brain and heart are disarmed - 

and maybe something harmed - 

and you're appalled.

Cling to the this, won't you?

Outcast pariah of the lurid caste 

I'm the one who tells you 

you're not waste.

Giuseppe Circiello