Empty faces,
Untied laces,
fierce glares,
from over there,
to keep me in my head.
silence sweeps,
but doesn't keep,
My demons quiet at all.
they're standing tall,
with their heads hung on the wall,
and their screams are no longer small,
cause the in the end,
the scars bruise over them all.
Speaking up,
to fill their cup,
of the voices that roam within.
