Absence, a synthesized emotion
Invent, creations have become them
Lay away, oxygen intake
Crawling insects, mind in torment
Kill them to get away
There is only on way
Thought derange, nothing remains
Fear pours out in liquid capsules, retreating
Retreat
Will you weep for this?
Will they wait for this?
Absent these vital signs are you alive?
Sew this mind void
Shut your eyes child
It will all be over when the gun hits the ground
Thought knives cut these veins of hope as faith spills forth who noticed before?
Lie, lies living in bloodless sores as blame spills forth who deserves to mourn?
Will you weep for this?
Will they wait for this?