Hold my Hands
so I can feel again.
We’ll beat them yes.what then?
Why do the young fall down so hard?
breath into concrete;break into shards.
Tender Souls Waiting to be reaped.
all the things we grasp.Try to keep.
Brittle bones.empty homes.
crying is Just silence stamped
out with pleasant violence.
Through the gates we tremble.
to the morose temple.
"Work will make you free"
Dragged & forced are we.
Scars of juvilent offenders.
all we are is pretenders.
we can beat them,free them or
just try to be them ,but
we're both alone in our little world.
watching from the window as our lifes unfurl.
Fading faces of those you never knew.
gotta leave this place that you outgrew....