Terrafigures bathed in night, followingTerra by Dark-Demon8
the vulnerable and the lost, they
don't know who we are.
the leaves rustle in the driveways
of brightly lit houses, regarding
small voices threaten to remove us
if we turn our backs, no stars, no
hope, no smile ever in sight.
promised that we wouldn't give
up that quick, look to the water,
black and listless,
see the hurricanes forming.
we had to let it all go, and turn our
backs on the reasoning and excuses.
the world has no voice, the mind
breaks, the heart closes, bonds
of slumber forsake us now.