Sirens scream a tune of panic.
Heartbeats rival the speed at which the pistons are pushing the engine.
Dispatched to the aid of black despondency.
Life has left the body,
And barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter.
Faces pale with the knowledge of whys and hows.
It's haunting to know that life can beat you down with such great ease.
Confirming those things that you have tried to ignore.
Compelling you to bathe in your despair.
Bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition.
Like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear.
It's a common theme but one we cant discount.
Let's bring aid to those not fervent enough to help themselves.
Raise a flag of hope, that there is a brilliant tomorrow
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