The ocean, as endless as these words that fill my head
The wind, whispers transgressions, I'm sure even when I'm dead
Your face, I see in every dream
My life without you is gone, its burst at the seam

They ask me,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I look around and say,
"Anything but these who call themselves adults."

Images of a life that could have been enjoyed,
but I'm stuck here.

Each day we walk
We endlessly walk
We don't communicate like we should
I tug at your heart but its no good
There's nothing anymore
You don't adore
You said this wouldn't happen but I knew it would
One day you wouldn't love me like you used to
You never could.

Dead people
Naked skin flayed
So proud of their automatic weapons
**We are dying here.