On a day like today when nothing seems clear,
You hear only screaming, but theres nobody’s near.
Your eyes, they are fading from the secrets within,
You try to draw breath but cant face the sin.
So you brush your hair in the usual way,
And attempt to look appropriate for this hell hole day.
But the make up is fading and the smile falls fast,
A vicious symptom, from a heart of glass.
