The streets are calling you
They want you to be happy and play
What they should instead notice
Are the words you're trying to say
Between those closed lips
There's an ever fading smile
Bitter, just like the look in your eyes
They look away, they've grown wild
Ferocious, disfigured, they glare
At the distant world, at the ghastly ghosts
Suddenly, a grimace begins to form
You saw evil, didn't you, connecting the dots
Silence still hangs in the air
After furious attempts to break free
Your wild eyes circulate the entire landscape
Escaping the grand picture will never come to be
Between black and white, you chose grey
Classy, old-school, worn out nowadays
You remain a statue, covered in dark silk veil
Alone, forgotten, a still display of unremarkable distress.
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