no the starving
know nothing of your chances
The trusting have had enough
Last breath of a fading few
Swell the lies to tease the truth
Take this for what it is
Before birthdays lose meaning
Before the unmoving depression that a stagnant life assures
Begins to take form
Before I lost patience with hinting
At your last hope
Roll your eyes and run
The world will poke them out
This is the easy way
An empty look at a sober tear has put the
Hope for you in the unaware
Aesthetics hide the sin in grey to keep it there