Scrambled images and flashing lights that blind.
Eyes shielded by hands to small to block the insanity
Broken,… unwanted,….. tainted….., terms that seem to fly on endless waves of air;
Amongst voices,…. shouting incomprehensible phrases.
Straining to listen,…to figure out what it is……
What it is, that is wanted,….what and how to reply?
Noise…. nothing but deafening noise, no clarity in words, just piercing tones and frequency’s, distorted and out of sync…..please just make it stop!
Shadows gain ground, with objects in hand…..
Walking trying to find a way out of this vicious cycle;
Moving in and out of darkened alleys, and shot out street lamps
Shadows lurk along the sidewalks, and in the corners.
Constantly following, coming closer and closer.
The cold breath of death enters the lungs,
Lungs that used to hold warm air; bringing a voice to people who didn’t have one.
Lungs that at full capacity put out music, so gentle and true
Honest, raw, and hard…. giving strength, to many, not just a few.
A voice that was strong, not the one now weak and fragile
When did things change……Why……for what purpose?
Scrambled images and flashing lights that blind….;
Curled up in a corner where a crack of light shines through
The voices are still strong, nothing makes them go away
What to do, inhale for strength, or exhale; finally finished with a life that never made any sense?
Eyes shielded by hands to small to block the insanity
Broken,… unwanted,….. tainted….., terms that seem to fly on endless waves of air;
Amongst voices,…. shouting incomprehensible phrases.
Straining to listen,…to figure out what it is……
What it is, that is wanted,….what and how to reply?
Noise…. nothing but deafening noise, no clarity in words, just piercing tones and frequency’s, distorted and out of sync…..please just make it stop!
Shadows gain ground, with objects in hand…..
Walking trying to find a way out of this vicious cycle;
Moving in and out of darkened alleys, and shot out street lamps
Shadows lurk along the sidewalks, and in the corners.
Constantly following, coming closer and closer.
The cold breath of death enters the lungs,
Lungs that used to hold warm air; bringing a voice to people who didn’t have one.
Lungs that at full capacity put out music, so gentle and true
Honest, raw, and hard…. giving strength, to many, not just a few.
A voice that was strong, not the one now weak and fragile
When did things change……Why……for what purpose?
Scrambled images and flashing lights that blind….;
Curled up in a corner where a crack of light shines through
The voices are still strong, nothing makes them go away
What to do, inhale for strength, or exhale; finally finished with a life that never made any sense?
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