Demia Below
"Father when you stand above my grave
staring down and what could not be saved
watch me lowered to the darkest place
don't you wipe those tears, off your face
never dealt with conscience or said a thing
even bees feel pain as they sting
hope that I kept some order
since my sacrifice meant nothing"
provoked to exist, like smoke in the mist
we all fade away from claws
the sickness in laws we made...
when children just fade away
so let your eyes weep upon my own
and don't be silent for my esteem
what was then so proud now bares no tone
only in silence you'll hear me scream
loss of self, nothing left
just a shadow oozing breath
loss of sight, emission of disgust
what I trust left me (am I owned?)
humans are disposable and everybody
knows the young blood soaks the soil
but nothing ever grows behind these
dark lines where the sun does not shine
(and in case that it does) the stench
fills up our minds as our soul shares its
stench with the world from this trench
as we die on this earth for their bullshit
this bullshit
what have we died for? we died in vain
