20 February 2015 | 15:05
Shallow in thoughts of the human kind,
Demanding the right to ones mind,
Conjuring it to the deepest fear,
From them who never hear.
Disappear in the wind of the shadowing,
Walking through the ally that is blackening,
Uttering bullshit that is lured to freed,
The demons that shouldn't be feed.
They say they listen to the voice of her,
Screaming and shouting for there's nothing to cheer,
In the corner she sits reminiscing it,
In a position of life, one can't barely sit.
by S.