The words within words

You believe that a drug can cure you,
You believe that a knife can impale only skin,
Not within your soul or head nor within your dreams,
Looking at the stars, they seem so small,
But getting close I feel the heat,
See the truth…

So within all your dreams,
Feeling steel, cold,
Within all your dreams,
That is where I shape and mould,
Hold out your wrists, the signs of scars,
Misunderstanding the words that flow from your mouth,
You’re speaking but yet its only white noise…

Wrap your fragile body in a mass of velvet,
Open, split, cut away the fear of a light,
A shadow that you hide in, the shadows of sins that case long darkness,
A weapon you use as a friend,
A cut you use as a way to cope with everything..

So you say that there’s nothing to help a saddened child,
You say nothing can stop the cruelty of the political world,
You say all you can do is go with the flow,
The flow of a materialistic world,
Full of all the futuristic lies,
And all the inhabitants with closed minds…

People don’t believe you can open your eyes twice,
But believing in a human’s book is a hard thing to do,
And there must be proof that it’s all true,
So a queue of thoughts, a row a threats,
A child sits alone, in an endless white room,
Searching for the exit from the world that consumes her,

A knife she has, it’s the closes thing to happiness,
A thought of the past it’s all she has left,
In a never-ending world of misery and pain,
In a place where everything, everyone cares only for labels,
In an environment where you can only lose or gain,

Seeing yourself in reverse, seeing you life develop from a window,
The little girl sat herself on the white floor,
And with no features on her face she looked around,
‘What will people what to change me to?’ she wondered,
What will perfect mean to a lonely soul?

What suffering exhausts and devastates the world today?
What parallel dimension tries to open, and stop the clocks?
Time is often the cause of apathy and its not easily killed,
So get a willing soul and hold their hands,
Get a new face and make a new plan,

Open the world that is a slave to time, a slave to itself,
A slave to everything that demolishes truth,
A controlled assistant to anything that brings profits,
That makes the world one big scam,
Photoshopped images everywhere you turn,
Advertisement in all the places you look,

The next generation must learn that not all things,
Nothing will go prefect if we continue to lie to ourselves…