Moving in slow motion, on the racetracks of progression,
Supposed friends only create more tension,
For they speed ahead,
oblivious to the prominent dread,
Leaving me to be recycled into the ground,
Silent anguish in enabled to make a sound,
I'd try to scream for help, but I simply don't see why,
Nothing has given me a reason for shameless drive,
An unspoken voice can never be heard,
A body that has yet to be buried cannot be disinterred,
Her corpse still walks the earth today, regardless that she's already died,
A mannequin for their blatant display - she my friends..
Is a perfect lie.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment