(Looks like we're all in a poetic mood today eh!)...
Pariahs will testify on the worthlessness of life, inured by their own weariness, they deflect our proffered hand.
And how they regret their inability, to return to those days of old, where aspiration arose as crescendos upon life,
Weeping tears of destiny they decry their lot, pointing at paradise lost, found in the tiniest mirrors reflecting their guilt.
There’s no saving them, In their mottled web of decline, Embedded in the filth of society, That has swallowed them, vomiting their souls beyond the pale; and they do not want to be reclaimed, for they are happy to be victims of opportunity.