| Silent Deaths, Crowded Lives |
|---|
| with plastic face designs covered over a hell infested you. |
| your fingerprints |
| marked in blood. |
| helpless to save you. |
| useless to purify a lingering sin. |
| in rubber rooms that float. |
| every bounding speck a memoir. |
| your devoted laughter silence. |
| no one listens. |
| a world full of ears become deaf. |
| they scratch at the scars but blood still drips from their eyes. |
| with plastic face design. |
| we become fools to your lies. |
| hopeless to save. |
| useless to name. |
| your every desire to die. |
