Black and white,
colorless lives...

Voices boom across the radios,
Messages interrupt the television stations...

I hide away,
Under the covers...

Run with all your might,
for the storm of light...

An old doll stirs and does wake,
missing random body parts...

Someone lays in the lonesome dark,
trying weakly to heal their scathed body...

Looking through my prison’s windows,
stuck up in my bedroom till the angels come...

It’s almost 4 am,
the moon has disappeared...

There was this girl,
the one you never knew...

The dirt crumbles beneath my fingers,
as I scrape away the solid ground...

Walk a mile in another’s shoes,
the saying carried through generations...

Floating in water,
sits one single child...