The dove cry calls
but i've no ear to heed it.
nor eyes to see it.
Im drowning in blood, blood of my family,
that my family spilt.
Theres no time in this world for me,
the stars are bright, but in my blindess
i dont see them.
And i wish this wicked curse had piced anyone
but me.
Theres war between these walls.
wars that are destested,
take place none the less.
and that what we hate, is that what we indulge.
lamentations unapprovable i've no chance to wish.
these walls are closing in, we all of us collide.
we're brough together, guns and knifes amass nothing but blood.
we're a singing choir of voiceless angels,
unheard shouts that plaque our cerebral walls.
i've nothing ro run or cry.
this lifetime taught me that
these walls are made of paper,
yet breaking them is impossible.
i hate this war because im on the other side,
tell me,
when will i be free?
i feel so claustrophobic,
i need to run free of these walls,
or are these walls an invention of my mind?
and breaking free is nothing but a fantasy?