Neck deep.
I walk in style.
Really don't give a damn.
We have cared too much and it hurt too deep.
We are slaves of the joy we seek.
Slaves of the hope we nursed.
So we walk.
Heavy chains as necklace.
Entanglements as ornaments.
Such shame.
A girl with no mother.
A boy with no father.
How are the futures fallen.
The leaders of tomorrow, already dead today.
Neck deep.
I go again today.
No mother, no hope.
Just mourning as I paint my face and seek affirmation in the broken mirrors I call beauty.
Neck deep. So deep.
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