missed some days
slipping deeper into the depths of consciousness
donning armor of silence in response to threat
parched and unable to sweat, forgetting the truth
only keeps the man busy typing the news
we breathe in deep, allowing pupil's to focus
choking on our own fumes, flesh eaten by locusts
after the masks worn so long
it's a part of your face
taking away your sole along with the day
as the sun sets into a sky turning red
the blackest of hearts return from the dead
humming a lullaby to a child you'll never have
watching the life inside die along with the past
life's melancholy lyrics are wrote with one hand
sweeping away tracks God leaves in the sand
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