Born into
A hazy crossfire
The end result of
Innocence and ignorance
Flesh and blood cure
For emotional strife
Vision obscured by a
Soft skin curtain
Torn and ripped
Youth in a glass case
Convinced of divinity
Afflictions for attributes
Living out-of-body life
Crippled cub for crippled life
Vision obscured by a
Soft skin curtain
Window to reality shrouded
Soft skin curtain
Torn and ripped
Battle lost
Casualities ignored
Ignorance victorious
Minority whored
Behind cold stone front
There lived one who cried
He feels like a man, he feels like a child
He feels like a doll, He feels like a living
Dead thing. Empty and dry, lying soaked in the rain
Drowing in lonely tears, dreaming of living
Searching Exploring
Lost in a bottomless whole
To live and fly
Breathe the clouds
Sleep with the stars
Know answers why
Soft skin curtain
Window to reality
No longer clouded
Soft skin curtain
Torn and ripped
Away
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