I’m the empty carcass of those bullets lying by your feet
I’ll leave my plain face an open sheet
So you can read the imprints of happiness once found between the lines
A sheet, scorched and badly mended
Like copper that isn’t really copper, but iron
Painfully affixed and rusting with age
Made to act as a disguise, simply a method for disguise
But now I am no longer that
My petals scatter the floor, mixing and mingling
With the others who were locked and brutally beaten inside
With only the stormy winds of this cold, cold night to settle me
And the heavyness of the room that keeps me tied
I wonder if you feel it too?
The feeling of being tired, so so tired
Encapsulated by these lasting thoughts
As I wish I can escape this dimension
Your fearlessness is envied, you did what others could not.
I wonder if you will be able to overcome
This tremendous pain
And drift, freely from your constrains
Just as you did to us.