An oncoming end

of disruptive faces that makes you mad

suffering is in their eyes

they tell unhappy stories,

stories of the past,

past lives of those who hide

in those black distortion masks

 

they make you blind

they make you cry

they make you crumble

they scare the death

they scare the happy ones

scare those who committed suicide

 

they scream for help

they beg for understanding

 

of those who live a perfect life

from those who are helpless

those who are careless

those who are reckless

those who are selfish

 

to help them tie untamed ends

to sacrifice for those who can’t

to change their faces to passionate ones

to think as blind

to open arms

for those who can’t have the life they want

 

to change their minds

to help the broken heart

for their survival

to tame the flames of isolation

to brake the walls of depression

 

those dark faces-

   suffer for us

from our cruelness and selfishness

they die

   every

      single

         time

 

to change those hearts

to change a mirror

to show them the finale of their ink hearts

 

they show the truth of our souls

of who we are…

            our fake minds

                        our lies

and with thin air they say the words

words of surrender