Anthem

You wear a ripped up slice of agony to show you what emotion is that cuts and penetrates so deep you have a million tiny pieces and never ceases to remind you of your weakness Weakness, a painful work you don't allow created by the ones without the tools who are the fools that take the vow of life where the pain and ache is not applicable and the only way to suffer is to make it imperceivable If you block out the faces, places, silent spaces rewind-erase it come and take it here I am splintered, broken - here i stand and yet the song still plays and reprimands the song of all our fears a cadence made of tears of sin and disobedience, and yet despite this I hope someday to find a pocket full of posies Ashes to dust and dust due to neglect What happens when the ring around the rose becomes the noose around your neck?