Distant Sc(D)reams

Through the harmonious hymns of our screams
The horrifying nightmares we call bad dreams
The bloodshot emotions that struggle to breathe
And the scars that hide beneath our sleeve
As the wolves are crying
And the birds are flying
When someone pure is dying
All we can do is kneel down in grief

The things that happen no matter what choices we make
The unhappiest smiles we sadly fake
The anger and pain we cage up inside
And the warning signs we promptly denied
Consequences laid out like shiny new tiles
Reflecting all those unworthy smiles
Distorted to different shapes and styles
Come back like ghosts hands pressed against the walls of denials