The Sounds of Innocence
There is light
A warmth surrounds me, what is this?
I open, are these eyes?
These faces I see
Are they here to kill me?
They are my loved ones
They are the ones who will support me
But there is something strange about them
They are not real
These faces, smiles, painted on them like a fresh white canvas
They hide inner turmoil past the spark of joy behind their eyes
It is impure
It was pure, yes, but that time has come and gone
Will this be my fate?
To join a herd of emotionless faces
"No", I think
I will be....
I will be.
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