My mind leaves my body at night
walking to places I’ve never seen before
somehow here is when my soul searches for light
either to escape or defeat the war
entitled to my name regardless how I feel
fear frails my heart, between the darkness and silence
In chambers of the void, here brutality is real
The nightmare of dying young through social violence
Herds held hostage within their territories
Where else to call for liberty
When our deaths are celebrated like victories
For perhaps this is the end of humanity
Where every wishing card is a piece of eulogy
For a dead child who never came home