🔵 By Michael Deweese. Photo by lauragrafie.
Eyes closed, clutching my pride
Talking 2 the villain, looking on the other side.
Angel whispering in my ear, now’s the time.
Is it okay to cry, when you’re dying inside
Broken people, corrupt world
No love, we hate, confused by great
Malignant souls, agents of certain fates.
Survivors of the curse, must struggle on
Together with cause, broken bones make us strong
Moment of clarity, times of severity
Eyes open, let go of the pride
We are the people, you left on the inside.