[ WP ] Everyone is immortal . However , the only way to heal wounds is through medical supplies that only the rich and powerful have .

They say we are blessed; 
 
 that immortality is naught 
 
 but for gods and kings. 
 
 Is that what we are? 
 
 ~ 
 
 Why then, 
 
 when I look in her eyes, 
 
 I see pain? 
 
 ~ 
 
 Does this girl, 
 
 wrought from hunger, 
 
 enjoy this gift 
 
 of endless life? 
 
 ~ 
 
 Are those scarlet scars 
 
 across her arms 
 
 not testament to her displeasure? 
 
 ~ 
 
 The rope burn on her neck, 
 
 her broken, battered limbs, 
 
 that ragged, arrhythmic breathing, 
 
 does she not wish for embrace of death? 
 
 ~ 
 
 What sort of monster am I 
 
 to heal mere paper cuts 
 
 as she is left to suffer? 
 
 ~ 
 
 Her gaze from deadened eyes 
 
 hold weak embers of life. 
 
 She's lost her will to cry, 
 
 but still dons the marks of fallen tears. 
 
 ~ 
 
 Am I a god? 
 
 Impassive and heartless 
 
 to the helpless wails of tragedies. 
 
 Is that what I've become?
