Choir of the broken

 

We don't seek a way out from

the suffocating darkness,

We rather scramble for some

hole so the light can get 

through.

When we reach the peak of 

distress,

We don't comfort each other 

but leave each other alone.

We bury the stars in our souls 

with dirts of the ignorant.

If one of us saw a sparkle 

shining through the cloth of 

our dress,

Instead of tearing the attire of 

shame apart,

We ask for more dirt from the 

same torturing hands.

We, choir of the broken, are 

masters of our art,

Self inflicted hurt, demeaning 

each other through flawless

lyrics,

Defending those responsible for 

the ruin we are.

For the common good, we kill 

each other,

For the praise of the monster,

we hold each other's hands.