Looking through the window of mans dissolution
victors of the past become victims of the future...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...
Sun beaming down
eyes get blurry when looking at the ground...
Fake smiles and plastered on skin,
Hiding the person from within...
Memoirs of souls
Where kept in numerous scrolls...
A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...
I.
Terror, fear, attacks...
Why must young boys die?
Why must their mothers cry...
We've painted over the best landscapes
And we know what's left is leeches and flies...
Thou shall not kill...
and yet we do it still...
To cherish something
To not know what you have until its gone...
Wont ever
-dress like that...