Lend Your Fist

The dreams, broken,
On cold hearts, their choking.
End the silence with your breath.
End the pain, it's all that's left.

You got the best of me,
Enduring can only succeed.
Everyone got the best of you,
While you did what they wanted you to.

Liars.
Thieves.
Master,
I beckon thee.
Come close.
Don't dread.
Master,
Of the broken and the dead.

The minutes, dying,
On cold seconds, their lying.
End the moments with your breath.
End all time, it's all that's left.

Echoing the silence,
Enduring the seconds.
The countdown is spending,
The world we know is ending.

Liars.
Thieves.
Master,
I beckon thee.
Come close.
Don't dread.
Master,
Of the broken and the dead...

To the crowds that never were heard.
To the people in the back of the line.
Today is the day you will raise...your....fist...

To the children abandoned and lost.
To the mothers and fathers cost.
Today is the day you will, lend.... your... words...

Liars.
Thieves.
Master,
I beckon thee.
Come close.
Don't dread.
Master...
It's all in your head.

-Elizabeth Harris-