this
city of glass
and steel and concrete
darkness is descending
shadows haunt the darkness
shadows haunt the ones
who are already
trapped in night
haunted
by dreams
by fear
by twisted love
that is what they call a
motive
last time
i asked
what you have lost
what you are looking for
how desperate
how desperate are you
some would kill for
that something
little something they
search for
but some ask
too much
those are the
seeking to fill the
dark void
in their souls
where
the shadows haunt
but the things
the things that
they are choosing to do
only tear the wounds
farther
wider
and their cries of pain
to the world
goes unheard
so they seek an echo
an echo
echo
echo
instead
mirror their pain
mask their face
pain its still
there
scars etched
into the soul
seen through the
eyes
still there
look away
from the ugliness
you
people
and you won’t find
what you
look for
search for
that is what
they call
a motive
just saying
by they way
can you answer
this?
can you return to me
my name
my identity
myself
that’s what i
seek right now
if you can give
back then
i have more to
tell you
so much
