An abyss of broken dreams, hidden in the depths of hate, among the heartless, forgotten and broken.
Shouting, Screaming, Unheard and alone in the company of themselves. Self-contained war, waged atop a plateau of shattered hope. Giving in to the darkness and breaking free of false hope.
Inches from death, miles from life, yet alive; Black hearts bleeding of wishful white blood, filling up the shallow trench of emotion in which constructs a sense of moral belief. Guidelines among the stars, written for the future, from the past and ever ignoring the present.
The one who looks on; asking for belief, the one who believes; asking for a savoir, the one saves; asking for death. Caught up in naught but emotionless entanglement, on the edge of the abyss. Hidden, a vicious cycle of deceased life among those who sell their mind away to the wretched grasp of societies knotted hand. Reject the norm, the savoir proclaims in silence, unnatural limbs torn at by that in which is unforeseen.
Broken dreams, desperate to be whole, to live out among the young and steer them down an unforeseeable future. Hidden in the depths of hate they may be, but guided by a light of joy, Destructive to only those who suppress its need, and itself. Shouting, Screaming, Unheard and alone are we in the everlasting war upon the plateau, hovering above the edge of the abyss forever in our deceased life.
Forgotten.
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