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Shameless.


Children's smiles like tiny daggers,
That tear apart your spirit.
To see such a loss of the innocent things,
And know you can never save them.

They brought you here,
To leave you to die.
And for the rest of us to just laugh.
To laugh and laugh,
Until our lips split open,
So you scream and scream,
As your conscience bleeds.
It bleeds and bleeds,
Every last drop of the last good things,
All of it's gone,
And there you are, drained.

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