True evil when faced with care

Inferred by the heart of apathy,
needless to say, came easily
down the road of fatigue and wear.
In a moment one could see, laid bare,
final moments of care,
feasting on the carcass of sympathy.
Eager is pleasing, but unconcerned is here,
resting against the side of cheer.
Eating all amity, like time,
neatly nearing the important crime-
crimes of the feelings which are sublime,
each of which suffer from the way to veer.