Woes Of A Craven

They are the ones that deceive us
always plotting and scheming,  
make us believe in a lie..
 
They are the turncoat demons  
that rape us, and leave us,
while we lay there bleeding and die..
 
Its an ingenious  
script for the fiendish that,
tear our flesh and eat our insides..
 
Its an evil
that's enveloped our people,
so when we breathe in we cry..
 
We might be just dreaming
but why do we perceive this,
within our own minds??
 
Why aren't we free and peaceful
living like the seagulls,
that tattoo the sky??
 
We hate that we feel this
we try to conceal this,
hide away from the light..
 
You cowards are stealing
the air that I'm breathing,
while I try to stand tall and fight..
 
Break free from your fears
or taste your own tears,
I don't care just decide..