Deaths moving,blending in
the gloomy motion of daylight
Wild eyed sleepers, creeping,
wearing all the night.
Bearing their pain, bleeding!
moments spilling over
the non-existing pale ones,
as they begin to crawl out
into a world that
calls for them to
sign their life away.
(like a contract)
It's the final act that matters.
It's a fact, better take
a step back, relax.
The show must go on
stopping for no one,
so on and so on, It goes,
as if under mass hypnosis.
The wide eyed sleepers
fall into mass graves,
they feel safer in the
dirt of their own opinions..
Would I be heard if I asked,
"could you decide what
Another person is worth."
could you decide?
Steal it with a handshake.
Seal it with a smile, it feels
like an earthquake.
Treats you like a child,
defeats you with your mistakes.
Leaves you in denial,
deceives you in the first place.
Lied to all the while,
We can't see anymore.
Oh, how our wide eyes
have made us blind
in spite of ourselves..
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