We are burning in fires.
The same fires we set ourselves and we are crying out with shaking voices for people who can not hear us.
We are laying in pools of our own blood.
The same blood we watched spill from our freshly slit wrists and we are crying out with trembling voices, for people who can not hear us.
We are perishing in the centre of our own chaos.
The same chaos that we caused with all our guilt, greed, and grief.
We are crying with out with hollow voices for people who can not hear us.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
We are burning in fires.
The same fires we set ourselves and we are crying out with shaking voices for people who can not hear us.
We are laying in pools of our own blood.
The same blood we watched spill from our freshly slit wrists and we are crying out with trembling voices, for people who can not hear us.
We are perishing in the centre of our own chaos.
The same chaos that we caused with all our guilt, greed, and grief.
We are crying with out with hollow voices for people who can not hear us.
