BrokenEchoes

They nearly always appear friendly They walk straight and tall With no outward hint of the Small crooked creatures they truly are They come off as loyal But betrayal is with them always They seem to bring luck and comfort But cause painful, troublesome times Hear them if you must But do not listen Travel them if they can be a benefit But never trust them Deal with them with caution Do not let them sway you.

  There are too many souls here Making too many mistakes Causing too much damage I wander among them Each with distinct scents Each with their own gait Each with individual nuance I wonder about them None of us want this We all want to leave But we keep getting in each other's way Making too many mistakes Causing too much damage.