Soul spent

Child on the 'scene', struggling reality
Scars buried deep, spoke silently.
Feed my disease resist the need respectively.
Built gradually, constantly.
Reflections turning gray, thoughts once seen now start to fade.
Promises made, now left to break.
Reduction left to cope. Intensified try to minimize
Votive eyes shine hope I'm trapped, I'm helpless

Tears of regret my soul is spent.
Shall I forget?
Child on his knees desperate cries but no one sees.
Strung out on the streets, only seventeen.
Used to never need just a child on the 'scene'
I always did believe I could set it free.

Tears of regret my soul is spent.
Shall I forget?

Scraping struggling, I reach towards a helping hand.
Sanction I try to grasp again.
Haunting familiar voices beckon me.
"Set me free!"

by ursão#