We're down and we've left off where we can't pick up, our bodies have drowned and

deep
under we can't look up, we're in a slumber and it has ruined our lives, we're sleeping
through it sadly, dancing around it forcefully! But in the bigger picture we had taken a
choice which we must not have forsaken, but the decisions we should be making we're
countlessly erasing... How depressing our thoughts have ran! How impressive is our belief in
a change, thinking that we can?! We're suffocating to an extent where we can't even think,
panic is destroying our discipline and we're so lifeless and shook, in a country where Dead
men smile through their days, and their nights they don't sleep nor do they seek that which
you'd call validation or a true love’s kiss, it was not a hook that picked their hollow souls up,
it was them who were fishing for a chance to fill that which was out of the question, or
simply improbable of filling. They're faking a smile because they haven't felt that warmth of
a blood flow, their bodies have dried out of humanity, and they for a fact are not truly living,
for in empty bodies day and night they've slipped, hell fire… above and beyond they've
gone and witnessed, in a life so priceless in dead eyes YOU can make anything seem
worthless.