Hiding behind the glass of tainted windows,
evading capture from a nation blind to suicide.
Some people think it is fake,
some believe it is murder,
but silent screams are whispered like prayers,
as little voices living in a bottle
believe they have no more dreams;
nothing to win or lose.
They are burned alive by the past
and terrified the future will fail them too.
Hiding behind the glass of tainted windows,
dreaming away anther cold and lonely day,
counting the days until the glass is finally empty.
