mortals

Words stolen from others Unruly nostalgia Is it the truth? Fearing the honesty shall we cut our tongue? Even lies aren't the choice A voice akin to weep Can this sound be called human? A heart that never beats The eyes that always sob A voice that always silent Aren't they already break? None of this contains emotions And none, shall be exist May honesty never need to be justified May this wretched scent end it