D.T.B

Erased faces
a fading place.
counting souls to add up the waste.
no individuals here,
there is no such luck.
no luxury of an identity,
to many eyes see with no sight.
and at the end of the light it only gets dark again.

cant stand to watch
it might be to late
wont be the first mistake fueled only by hate.
I tape my mouth shut to keep from wasting my words
sentences continue to go through dismal ears
as these years past the only thing that changes are my fears.
here I will lay me down