They come and they go, beautiful individuals with no faces
Unheard voices, used to only fill time’s empty spaces.
Simplistic actions only complicating the soul,
Lustful desires fulfilling the night but never leaving it whole.
Fear defeating compassion with each attempt made,
With each passing day what is wanted slowly continues to fade.
Disbelieving hands caress the lies fabricated to exterminate the hope that lingers,
Holding on to nothing as we witness the truth fleeing from our fingers.
Stockholm syndrome taking affect as mental crafted fear holds us against our will,
The truth becomes a sick feeling allowing for only lies to continue to spill.
Chasing after the imaginary happiness we create only further tears us apart,
Afraid to follow our hearts means the journey will never get a chance to start.