Listen to silent screams of tethered souls
An onlooker to the crumble of youth
Comfort a crowded room, out rings the toll
Others fall, some hang on by skin and tooth
Shake not due to cold, stare at our torn skin
Offer up your arms and mind, welcome be
The knife of haunting whispers shared within
Fear naught the loss of them and her and she
Salted, shining flames lick at rosy cheeks
Falling deep and dark, kneeling to the pain
Days will blur by and are marked by messy peaks
Hold on for faulty highs of lessened gain
Keep upon the fight, brazen be our path
And peace of mind will find us all at last