Fall of Man
I'd rather die
than let these
empty dreams
outside of these walls.
For it's just too harsh for
all of you to understand it.
I scream for help through
these bloodshot eyes.
I'm not doing just fine
It's so hard to move
through these halls of
emptiness.
Are any of you alive?
Can't you hear my
silent screams
throughout this barren
shell?
Has not enough light
been shed, or ought
it be blood this
time?
But you stroll on with
your ignorant bliss,
destroying the beauty....
as if it never exists.
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