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    Behind the lies of smiling eyes, her thoughts fade and focus.

The story's read all over her face & its all about to spill.

Its not to the extent of suicide notes or dangerously bleeding,

but the hostage needs to be freed.

So confused on whether its the end or the beginning, tomorrow

may bring the rising of a new sun. But shes just the 1st one!

    Save the victims of this unknown, sheild them from an endless road.

Sail the waters of the ocean gone dry, stab you in the back and don't you dare

cry. Cause we've finally hit the baracades, were heading back now on our

hands and knees. Its almost breaking out of its shell, so keep your secret close

and dont ever tell.

    So if you need another for instence, I'll call him our second victim, his

music drowns out his realtiy, and time travels so impatiently. Scared to death

and feeling alnoe, he turns his heads to the breaking of bones, intoxicated

with the dreams to be, one with a fictionaly reality. He adds another to the list

so believe me when I say you need to...

    Save the victims of this unknown, sheild them from an endless road.

Sail the waters of the ocean gone dry, stab you in the back and don't you dare

cry. Cause we've finally hit the baracades, were heading back now on our

hands and knees. Its almost breaking out of its shell, so keep your secret close

and dont ever tell.

    This is the rising of an ultimate low, lets take the misery and give them control.

Save the victims, and show them your game. Sheild them the hurt and save them

from the pain.

Reviews

[Lucy]

Wow. Very powerfull. I like how you address the levels of despair that one can experience, how it's not always an incredible, self-destructive tendency. It can be though. That is made very clear. The call to action at the end is very rousing. I would suggest you read over this piece again for spelling errors. Overall, well done.