How can something so empty, make my chest constricted
Drifting freely on the canvas, thoughts come so conflicted
To this feeling, the righteous child, anger so addictive
Long for peace, the future spoke, when all my pain is lifted
But all my childish words of 'I'
dance naked upon my tattered heart
Little whispers that sleep with 'lie'
Entrance my mind from the start
Devilish little lighthearted 'why?'
Rifts the soul and peace apart
Even when it's names 'divine'
Self serving mind, oh so smart…
What can come after sleepy children laid to rest?
A bed of pain to sleep in, disaster pulled to chest
Dreams of painted faces, a present unconfessed
Awakened by a memory, of peaceful, cold unrest
But all my childish words will die
With lies I choose to build them
Growing deep inside my mind
A prophecy… should I fulfill them
The little whispers heard were mine
Reality being what killed them
Trapped inside of heart and time
The memories of sleepy children…
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