"Father when you stand above my grave staring down and what could not be saved watch me lowered to the darkest place don't you wipe those tears, off your face never dealt with conscience or said a thing even bees feel pain as they sting hope that I kept some order since my sacrifice meant nothing"
provoked to exist, like smoke in the mist we all fade away from claws the sickness in laws we made... when children just fade away
so let your eyes weep upon my own and don't be silent for my esteem what was then so proud now bares no tone only in silence you'll hear me scream loss of self, nothing left just a shadow oozing breath loss of sight, emission of disgust what I trust left me (am I owned?)
humans are disposable and everybody knows the young blood soaks the soil but nothing ever grows behind these dark lines where the sun does not shine (and in case that it does) the stench fills up our minds as our soul shares its stench with the world from this trench as we die on this earth for their bullshit this bullshit