It doesn't make sense anymore.
all lies and broken promises
with empty words of perfect nothings.
within the clamour of the falling house
is the screaming whisper
of a fearful child
whimpering in the night,
now only wishing to be invisible.
it's inhumane acts of selfishness,
undignified crimes,
prove it's unworthy existence.
rebuild and restart: a simple solution.
it reconstructs the walls
and plasters up that smile,
waiting for a scene change
to relieve the concealed child.
