The blinding glare is the escape
from your fake promises.
My shield is apathy,
my purpose is to break the chains.
I'm not looking for a savior,
redemption is to see the sun with naked eyes.
You hide in the shadows
fearing to reveal your lies.
Worried because I wasn't like you.
Look at your dirty soul, not my diversity.
My silence is the punishment of your ambitions.
Your interest is like the dust on my grave.
You buried me alive but you didn't know
that I was already dead.
Run into the woods to find a peaceful place
away from your misery. Waiting for the sunlight.