Voices of the Unheard

Cancerous "Smalltalk"

 Cancerous "Smalltalk" 

There's a black smog growing inside of you.

Your lungs infested.

Oxygen comes from a can...

Doctors instantly become a realist.

While I try to remain a Dovakin in your eyes ...

They water from time to time....

For my disguise isn't full proof.

For your body is wearing itself thin..

I wish I could be your hero.

Helpless anguish sets in.

-Mello Sakia