I look into the mirror,
hoping what I see is fake...

Sometimes it's better not to know
a message written on the floor...

Ocean,
waves lapping against the shore so silently...

The broken colors of a battlefield,
the hungry children in the street...

Sparkles of a melody in my mind
a chilling song of grief...

They raise their hands to the sky
Flushed crimson by the sun...

Even in the depths of my mind
i never knew...

How many times does it take for you to break,
before you actually shatter...

The bodies fall to the ground
as each gun screams...

This hurts, the burning inside
the dark fighting against the light...

I'm sick of myself
all this crying and sighing...

A whisper of air touching his head,
fondling his moonlit hair, whisking away...