the harder it seems, the more desperate my soul feels in the gasp to escape...
the world that crumbles down, breaks its walls to bury my soul, it still breathes...
even the stuttering of my breath provides life, deepening into most unfamiliar traits...
a subconscious reaction to avoid meeting my judge who already knows my heart and deeds...
but the lives of poor children cry out in desperation through facades of happiness...
content in foolishness, blind to light, aware of sight, the bind of my own selfishness...
these moving lips that speak emptiness in the hollowness of this cursed continuum...
a vicious cycle of displaced vengeance not mine or anyones, taken in oblivion...
apologies are hypocrisies, the lies of our fathers, the dreams of the shattered...
scattered, flattered by the falsification by fathers, this life never mattered...

-she said forever-