Broken Trust
As his lips crack and break from the silence that speaks through,
His eyes stare blankly into the sunset as though the warmth does not even meet his cheeks.
Shattered tears race down his dotted white cheeks as if it was a never ending storm.
Laughter has fleen from the sight of his gaze.

Everything around him seems to appear cold and dead as if not even a single drop of life is left within him.
His cries of hate and anger break the silent night as his demons sleep.
Morning sun come and kiss my cheek, let me feel as if I am alive once more I beg Of thee.
The silent pain dances across his skin as he writes his stories with a twist.

Silver lining come and dance with me, Let the ashes of my sin escape my hollow shell of what I once was to be.
For he as fallen into the unstrustowrthly lies of his demons,
As he walks the halls believing he is the cause of the world's greatest disaster.
What a man I am?
What creature lies within my skin crawling deep within my soul?

As though the mirror perceives the endless lies I wish to seek,
I have lost what was given to me a long time ago.
As if a soul could ever wish to live in a body as of mine.
What purpose do I have as though my soul has seem to flown away with the storm.

Shattered voices echo his mind as he stares off into the discriminating storm.
For what night shall he be gone?
Gone of this pain that has been brought upon him.
He wishes to see no one else bring this burden upon themselves as though it was his fault that his world crashed.

One day,
One night,
One morning they shall awake to him asleep in his bed,
But this time he shall never wake to this broken home that he has set to live within.
Forever he shall hear the lies of Broken Trust.