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
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