Empty Fields Reborn

Silence 
Turn in words from tortured minds 
Unknowingly entering a place of their own 
 
These souls are abused and lost in darkened rooms 
Stored away from reality and taken chance 
 
Awake in the cold beds of their thoughts 
Ageing before years, tears stain the faces of youth 
Hungry to survive through the suffering they have caused 
Feeling the pain, that feeds the emptiness that is left 
That takes away all meaning of life 
And leaves them continuing to starve 
 
These bodies are endlessly picking apart 
Every inch that makes them their own 
Till they are broken down, to no more 
But dust on the wooden floor 
 
To all, they are nothing but neglected children 
Simply forgotten for a thousand suns 
Yet, to these lost treasures and wounded cries 
Chance awakes and confines 
Taking away wars’ tempted guns 
As life births within their lungs 
 
And so weightlessness fills them, for eternity, 
Outside the windows of their minds 
Allowing them to dance… as the wind takes them away, 
Far from suffer… and harm’s way

by lonedevil on 14 Feb 2005 at 19:41

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