Lockdown

Agony
Simplicity
No harmony
No charm in we:
You built a bridge
but none could see
the real you
the way I knew.
Gently watering the lies
makes the sound of you,
ache inside my tired mind
yearning for some truth.

You lack the core of what lives under
your childish games that have long since died.
Those special traits are like no other
rotting what is good in life.

Your aura ugly and stripped of pain
is hollow, stolen, numb, insane.
You had a family.
Those kids were happy.
You chose to throw it all away.

Hidden so well was a sinister thief.
Outside grew flowers
while the inside would bleed.

Stuck in an age zone
rewards you for whats next.
The longer you laugh inside
the sooner you will lose your mind.

You'll never replace what you waste: You have burned out.
No one complains about you being in lock down.