Dead Hearts Control The Circuit Breaker To A Mind

Lips moving,
No words escaping.
Heart's beating,
There's no pulse racing.
People dance,
They're off of the beat.

Stab victim,
Scars are gone.
There's no light,
The curtains are drawn.

Stains on the bed,
Violent blows to the head.
Mass killings,
Heed a sigh.
Nothing laughs,
Nothing cries.

Empty, void of feelings,
Not so full of life on the inside.
Wasted youth, wasted mind,
Fistfulls of dirt,
Sharp as a tac.

Pierce through the future,
Make them crack.
Shot formaldehyde through their veins,
Convulse on the floor,
Their souls have been seized,
They live in freedom no more.

White tiles, white walls,
Frightening children,
With blank-faced dolls.

They hide in the mind,
Battered and bruised,
Worn and tattered,
Thoroughly used.

Scars on their arms,
Smirks on their faces.
With a flick of the switch,
A whole life erases.