Glimpse into Genocide

Blindness leading.

Which one of me is real?

Through corridors of uncertainity

A force without form.

I've dug a hole so deep,

full of the shit of compromise.

For once can't I keep

pain on the outside.

Adapt.

Take on release.

Others.

Thoughts infringed.

Adapt.

Take on release.

A life -

On pause syringed.

(2x)

A glimpse into genocide.

My own emotionsm a million strong.

A heart so full of emptiness -