Noisy streets, smokey trail,
Passing by, stare into the nothingness,
remembering all the fail,
Oh child, dont point a finger at your stress,
unanswered futures in the mail,
Pity those perched lips finding ears to confess,
fragile as you can be, but no, stay dormant,
Demanding, unending melancholy,
force these dreams you dont own,
Crumble down at depression's feet,
Losing the ideal curve painted in a canvass of purple and blue,
Farewell child, farewell,
Enclosed in time and space shadows embrace,
You'll never wallow out, withered within,
But your exterior alive,
Plunged in red and clear white, no escape,
Devastated and shattered,
Thats what the reflection defines,
Goodbye sweet little child,
never sleep tight, but say goodnight.