whelmed by misfortune

So do I try when I cry you don't see the monster inside
He bolts the door and shuts his eyes tomorrow is the big fight
Why do people tell lies?
Is it because they are afraid or the other option is to die
The punches in the walls marks of a confession
Something he wrote could never tell though he often tried
The smoke will carry the weight of the soul
Even if it’s just ashes left in the body
Everything else is but cold
So many whispers such silence that speaks
It’s a world where even the pillows weep
The roaring of the crowd the cheering of the name
Fire is not needed when heart is an open flame
Comedy of life a subtle liar
Who sees the future was burnt in a pyre
A long lost relative one evil eye
A broken arrow head and thrown in a sty