Sweet hollow, eyes faded to black, a lack of the will in the darkness shadows harness from feelings lacked. A whole new sorrow from a space hollow, followed by the night in which a lack of sight bring forth a darker fight. Graced by the grave of man misbehaved, honor followed by sentence death, razors shave life in the hands of troubled youth, a glorified executioner's glave. Mable and gold polished red by the hands of the greatful dead, yet said, they were lead by by the truth of lies which lost reason and self thought in their head. Fall within the lines of the printed labels and signs which decree a safer world beyond that which we see. I see myself lost upon a world gilded soft by the words of the lost and ruled by the dignified cost of money, war a bank to for those too rich to fight
