plunge down into reality for
your mind has worn you down
limp away those aching limbs
carrying libraries
and bite away your words unspoken,
so sweet, they drip like the blood
of which your veins burden you with
hold your fists against walls
they cant feel anything like you once in summers
forget them too
they hold no meaning in this empty world
because your soul is hidden in them, regrets and buses
driving you away to escapism station
see those landscapes, invisible
holding history
but have no mercy on them
"look beyond", to future and hopefully never
present to those events, so quickly misguided in your memory
have no mercy on them
as you will hear a noise
that will scare and scar and terrify the virtue out of you
because when teenagers cry,
the romantic dies and people see themselves blindly deaf, and deadly blind
