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People of different shades


Lost soul Lost faces One Color Lost Races Here but not in existence, just traces Draws warnings on these spaces Knows but doesn't feel Wounded but never healed Eyes open or close they see Nothing but pain and hurt these are there faces their expression mocks are soul Sit in our empty hole Where it seems always cold Though small they swallow us whole Yet we act as if life was a stroll Not noticing the hot rocks beneath our feet As if our hearts doesn't beat Gravity not needed because we put ourselves down Just because we're different shades of brown In the devil's blue eyes we drown These aren't my words; They speak for themselves Their silence screams truth, but always fails
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