Filling in lines, with large amounts of time.
Collapsing echoes of empty thoughts into our corners,
And living numb, like emotional hoarders.

Let us free. We wish to sing, to dance again;
To live our lives, as we did back then.
So ourselves and full of passion.
And so unique in every fashion.

Dig at me
With your knives and your spades,
You will not unburden my heart.
You can not find what no longer remains,
Or what was never there from the start.

Plead with me, your insincerity,
For thy glazed eyes will not ever see clearly.
I am full, of this emptiness.
I am the unhealthy and disgusting piggybacking on bitterness.

Holding every deadly sin in the palms of my hands,
And rolling the dice instead of making demands.

Hell does summon my fire within.
True wrath, is my only kin

This is the reality in which we live;
In such a messed up world
Where lives are nothing but points to give.

Where is the word of the common man?
Spreading misinformation hand and hand.

Help! Said he, a refugee
Save me from demise.

Save us all, from our land of lies,
For in the west we have it all,
But no one sees, as the world does fall.

I beckon for us to call a truce,
To help out those in dire need -
But to help won't satiate our greed.

We would rather watch a brother bleed,
Than share with another, our own feed.

Help us all, for we are ******.

Weeds that grow, wind to and fro
We cannot let them go,
I can not let them go.

Abrasively dismayed
By the ones, with whom she played.

Winding up a glaze,
To cover eyes at which you gaze.

Melting forests, tied with old
Thoughts and feelings, poured the mold,
Upon which hardships now behold.

Carry on your storm,
For it is why the sky was born.