Voices lie.
Promises break.
And all that is created,
Falls to pieces…
The silence chains us together.
In a story book Cinderella violence.
With out a word… we sit, we look.
An answer to this unspeakable moment.
Pure devotion…
Fuels our every moment.
Do you feel the heat?
Were all dying but I can taste the fear when you breathe…
Slowly fading,
Wasting time.
Screams are getting louder,
And our pain is getting old.
These scars are an illusion.
Were all falling down.
Were fakes and we know it,
Feel it.
I know you see it.
Screwing it up,
Waiting for a life you can call…
“ your own”.
But only through our visions,
Can we see…
Voices lie.
Promises break.
Our pain is getting old…
Can the silence of violence chain us.
In our devoted death.
To seek the truth…
Who are we?
Were smiling at all our failures.
Rush… Open your eyes.
Falling in and out of captivity…
Will we ever be found?

 
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