The Trash That Lives.

He knows he can never be free. He knows he doesn't deserve to be free. As trash that has achieved nothing, it is obvious he deserves the same.

This would be fair but it does not end there. He begs for the freedom he values so much despite not deserving a single blessing. He lives a good life and asks for luxuries despite taking all life has to offer and offering nothing back. And within his eyes lies lifeless living. A walking corpse that devours life itself. Walking with no legs on a path he does not choose.

Truly trash treads this earth. A leach latching onto the living. Loath this being for he is not strong enough to be good nor wise enough to be evil.

One wants his will to be made manifest, murdering dreams dreamt by deemed righteous warriors wearing wonders. Hopefully the horrid human will one day die, discontinuing the drain on this big world bustling with beauty.