Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Because I'm consumed with cowardice.
And I feel so small
My will shrinking into nothing
And I hate that this is happening
This isn't me
This isn't right
I'm sorry

Don't let me get lost,
Don't let me get buried,
Don't let me forget,
Don't let me get lost,
Such earnest requests...

But why do you easily slip away?
So easily vanish?
Inevitably block out?
Go into a box?

The anchor is breaking.

Three cheers to nothing

I hear the crowds
The cheers
Their jeers
Death to the most hated,
Celebration rampage.

Though I understand,
It all makes me sick.
Celebrating death?
Celebrating murder?
Isn't that what "the enemy" does?

I understand the intentions.
I understand the sentiment.
i understand the fear.
I understand the relief.
But excuse me,
For I refuse to join in
the frivolity.

Crumbles,
Ruins,
What once stood tall
Dusty void.

And somehow despite
the chaos,
uncertainty,
and utter hell
Tomorrow comes.

Helpless
What can I do?
Useless
Nothing
So I watch the figures on the screen
Read the words
Hear the news

Prayer of thanks-
Glad it's them not me?
How is that to ease my conscience?

Blinded to the truth
Smile away
Watch the truth become nothing
Hello, security blanket

But I'm no better
Smile back
Waiting for the veneer to drop
Yet...
Wanting the truth to stay concealed
Just for that bit longer

Brazen.
Because that one look should say it all..

Look.
But dont touch...
What kind of game is that?

Brazen-
If only

Focused
Always so focused
Walk on

Forgetful
So very forgetful
Nothing else exists
Walk on

Mr logical
Solve this problem