A Silence to a Scream

Torn asunder.
Pour us under.
Good lumber.
Burns quicker.
Pour your liquor.
Pour your soul.
Watch the fire consume your desires as you try to fill the hole.
I draw maps with no tracks just places I will never reach.
Talking smack with no tact to people I'll never meet.
I yell at my love then crumble at her feet.
The clubs and back alleys are mine to creep.
Impress us and we'll follow like sheep.
We are the lost. We are the weak.

Souls' sadness.
Becoming madness.
Bad habits.
Becoming magnets.
You can't attack it.
Only catch it.
And if we had a dollar for everytime we've been let down.
We'd buy a machine and burrow into the ground.
The darkness would numb us until we drowned.
Who dares to stare and make us found?
You have taste of our fates but you make no sound.
So please say our names and say them loud.
Become something above the crowd.