Of forgotten dreams
Of reality coming apart at the seams
Of fake gregarious rantings
Of misguided hope
This is the current state of breath
Perpetual autumn
The leaves are dying
The flowers curl into themselves
The soil is dry
The rains shall never come
Who will save the children
We can't even save ourselves
Truth is a dagger
Thrust into the stomach
Cleaving its way through the intestines
We no longer want to hear truth
It hurts too much
