Deadened* eyes and sugary lies,

We spill our guts and plan our demise.
From these withered roots we rise,
Count your breaths and swallow the sighs.

Lie awake and hope to die
,
Never let them hear you cry
.
Swallow the fear and say goodbye,
Whisper to the starry sky.

Like soft strokes of a lover’s hand
,
The wind carries voices of the ******.
Drained and weary they demand
,
To return to the warm embrace of land.

No more can we see the sun,
In the clouds and mist we run
.
Regret, there is but one
,
*That they had put down the gun.