What lies behind closed door ?
Broken promises and tainted souls.
So many stories untold,
yearning for a shine in the light,
a moment to denote what humanity is left.
People like the products left to rot on shelfs,
neglected and beaten.
The dark secrets kept looking for redemption.
Yet were hesitant by constant distractions.

Whats left of a soul that sees to much ?
The increasing incubus
that puts oceans between us.
"Lets go to Paris", she said.
The advances were never made .

So she cried instead ,

and took a knife instead ,

as the future life

bleed,

and

bleed.