Third Worlds

It'll never be just words When the edges cut through me There's years of mirrors behind those eyes Nothing is said just casually Our story was meant to be forever It's messy but it had authenticity Can't call back the gravity That singsong trebles flowed freely They'll be casualties Can't retrace the blood shed as easily Crushed glass beneath my feet Has my mind just revealing I keep washing my hands Scratching away the sins It's torture watching us As we come undone it seems Fighting for the two of us While a war torn city spins Bullets blanket the concrete Casings sprayed inconspicuously Invisible residue can't be swept away It's glowing under the pink sky The sun sets but light filters Piercing through, to give way Spotlighting the barren branches The trees casts shadows Making skeletons dance free Risen from the famished gallows The contempt like a virus Has chocked the life The vines remain stagnant Suffocating what once lived so vibrantly Removed from reality Alienated by those that continue to feast Minding matter that pulses Strobing from the beast Did you give up now Liking that I finally took the lead Pretending to lament That we would never fulfill our hopes and dreams