My lungs burn with each breath
The yellow air of the city
crawls through my window
I pull my blanket over my head
Not wanting to see
the faceless ghosts outside
I want to silence their voices
only lies drain from their mouths
They are nothing
Nothing more than piles of ash
lost in the wind
There is no light in their hollow lives
They strive with their empty hopes
towards an endless decay
There is no salvation
and one day their minds will shatter
into fragments of despondency and regret
They are nothing
And you have nothing
And you are nothing
