Sunday, February 7, 2016

The Shelf

The Shelf

Those Hearts don't belong
On that dark shelf.
Once you were you.
Now somebody else.
Its the darkest night
That's ever been layed
But that choice isn't one
That any of us made.
It just slithered in,
Without a warning sign,
Making some of us dumb
And the rest of us blind.
Now how will we ever
Be set free?
That shelf don't belong
To you or me.
Who bought the lock?
Who holds the key?
And whose left to care
About humanity?
Maybe someday
They will break the chain.
And all that was lost
Can be regained.