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Requiem

  • sebastianantioch
  • Jan 16
  • 1 min read
Dance dance. 
Smile smile.
Lie for the cameras. 
Pretend that this is the world you wanna live in when they took your dreams away. 

Sick of being a number, 
A “problem to be solved”.
You took away my dream from me for years.

I lost it all, so much that I can’t count in my head.
It’s all foggy from the top of the cliffs to the abyss.
Hatred hasn’t gotten me anywhere and so won’t this conclusion if I don’t break the chain. 

 
 
 

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