Apathetic

Tis' how I've laid down in past,
Waved standing
In absence voice 
Which remains silence
Choice
That one slipping soul
Could reshape the future,
Im as good 
As last recorded words
Or days work 
Adapting belief 
Oh' useless me
Opposite unknowing 
And hungry.
Later on 
My punishment dark
Mind sprouts legs
Finishing off other's insults
That fail to be carried on
On untrue arms,
Best of mine
Begotten 
By metaphorical sticks and stones.
One glimpse of hope
Spreads free upon easy wings
Putting presence
Side by side
Assholes and elbows,
The more master
Of de-bater
Giving weight to solemn proof
I'm no useless 
With sticky words
Than even you........