To mourn a morning never dawning,
To weep for words never said.
At my feet the hands are clawing,
Darkness slowly fills my head.
To fear the future; end of endings,
Rain of fire and floods of blue.
To my soul their stares are sending,
Wishing I could start anew.
To fight a law of social driving,
Deemed dishonest and unwell.
Strive for instincts now reviving,
Stories all these scars can tell.
To mourn a morning never dawning,
To weep for words never said.
At my feet my skin is bleeding,
Coat the floor with streaks of red.
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