They're putting up their walls again.
Leaving the world behind in piles of ash,
Choking on core of my angst.
We've become the new scar,
You and I, drowning in our darkest fears.
They come now, weapons in hand,
Faces burning in blue and grey vertigo,
Fearing not Death, but fearing Life.
I find it hard to move, to breathe.
I think I'm dead,
But this hate is still alive. |
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