I will never accuse you of being dramatic, because I know that your words and actions come straight from the heart.

The faces in the water, they sleep  

  for eternity, their tears

    frozen
                in
                    the



                 ­          deep.

Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait

Such villainous visage-
On a child’s face.
Eyes so innocent-
Yet a hideous look- flashes

“They are not one of us!”
He cries-
A thousand figures pointing
To the wrongfully judged-
He stands among them-
One of one thousand