help.

Walking down this one-way street,
in the city walls that silence creep,
a city of angels that once shone,
is pretty much said - and done.

Clarity, removed.
Subject, aloof.
Justice, delude.
Sanity, denied.

How can one thing stop his breathing,
How can one thing take his heartbeats,
How can one thing change his orbits,
How can one thing kill him - so quickly.

Find him a voice,
for no words seemed to be said.

Find him a sun,
for his world revolved around you.

Find him a soul,
to fill this empty shell.

Find him something, anything.

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everything's gonna be fine, bro.
take care, good night. (: