Perfectly Imperfect

The scars remain as we fall apart here forever in the dark

It hurts like hell trying to stay awake the daylight dies withering into the blackout sky- does anyone care is anybody there? Take our life as it is empty inside we're already dead as we fall and rise again...

As we're out of breath the walls are slowly closing in days go by nothing to see to pass the time, blood on the walls wishing we were dead-

I wish we were legendary, with our hearts leading us into adrenalin breathing fire and not be like some people that will turn and run

We'll raise to the top-

No one will make us stop-

NO ONE WILL KEEP US DOWN- WE WANT TO FIGHT TO BE LEGENDARY!

But instead that is a dream as our nightmares make us fall in the black withering the cracks

So...alone...so...cold...

Wish they could hear me. Just thinking of the way it used to be where did it all go- where did we mess up, the warm hugs and kisses those tender sweet lips that took on the world.? I wonder where'd we wake up tomorrow morning, it's not like we can feel the pain anymore. Using our body like if was just a game of musical chairs- the scars still remain... not like anyone bother to ask- 

Wondering why I'm telling you this huh?

Well why not I mean we're just the last ones of the real ones, kind of like you... because you bother to actually think what society is today, questioning if your at the beginning or the end of your lifetime. History is just paper with words of what "the great people" did in the past- to me it's kind of bullshit, we make history. Reading what people did in the past to not repeat it well not knowing it would be better.

But I guess that makes us a hypocrite because we're scared of change

*sigh* 

If only the clock could speak we wouldn't feel so alone...

We're just perfectly imperfect behind a mask we couldn't tell you the truth without it... being unknown of the nameless incognito, but we see things no one else sees. If you tried to look us in the eyes and said everything was fine, you'd be lying just like the knocks of the front door. People ain't happy- they poison you for another dollar in their pocket others beg for mercy when their caught, I wouldn't except their silence of the price and their greed soon they'll be convicted for their slaughter. Money won't solve it- 

"what's your alibi?..."

It's time you realize, one shot and the whiskey will go down. Like the dominoes that took them so long to build once one falls down all they go, they are not charging they are falling!

Pour dominoes, your pretty empire took so long to build now with a snap of histories fingers down it goes...

The truth, justice, wanting all the world to know of it's unfairness, can't sleep for the gun beneath my pillow... now your dead and I can't sleep for being scared; for crying; thinking who is the one to blame, who done this to us... Beneath this mask there is more than flesh,  you can hide behind the covered while I hide behind the pain but I will find you- these scars remain as we fall but I will reside in the dark till I find who is the one to pull the trigger as the final domino falls.

Can you feel it? The fear of everything rotting, the fear that time is running out of the hour glass... survival is not for the weak because that makes us stronger, money won't solve this...

"What's your alibi?...."