Pain, the wrinkles of the heart,
Masks of sadden faces,
Moaning the souls within
To fight battles invisible
Building that to be pulled down,
And owning that which never was
I call it brokenness,
A shattered mirror reflecting,
Pieces of our tattered spirits
We choke on our own tears,
Drowning in pools of laughter
By angry faces that wish to burry us
So, tonight, our eyes shall then shut,
Our minds replaying their wicked smiles,
And our ears looped on their spites
For the battle is lost,
A blackened sun behind veils of sorrow
Sold into chains of our enemies
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Pain, the wrinkles of the heart,
Masks of sadden faces,
Moaning the souls within
To fight battles invisible
Building that to be pulled down,
And owning that which never was
I call it brokenness,
A shattered mirror reflecting,
Pieces of our tattered spirits
We choke on our own tears,
Drowning in pools of laughter
By angry faces that wish to burry us
So, tonight, our eyes shall then shut,
Our minds replaying their wicked smiles,
And our ears looped on their spites
For the battle is lost,
A blackened sun behind veils of sorrow
Sold into chains of our enemies
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