The damaged, the broken, the dead.
Lost in life.
Lost on earth, where they have fallen.
Destroyed by life.
But can they still hold on to a little hope ?
Instead of desperately looking or a chair and a rope ?
Can they still hold on enough,
To learn how to see light even in the darkest times ?
To forget darkness in the brightest moments.
These people are lost,
Why don't you show them the way ?
you know it don't you ?
Or at least i hope you do
If not, then..
We're all lost in a meaningless world.
All caught in a golden prison. For no reason.
If you don't, that means..
The dead are right.
Their silence is inexistence, sorry.
21 / 04 / 2018
Emy Greater
