youth

Boundaries of our borders
is there something in our water
decibel level of heartbeats are amplified
why is my voice retained to your channels and not to your mind
bound to your cross of beliefs i weep
no price to pay
no homage spoken on the way
tyranny fills the iv
a steady state of paralysis as the second hand passes
close your eyes
wash your hands clean
a victim of the mirror again
sleep well tonight
while the reaper waits patiently
the band aid of reality is removed
leaving nothing but insecurity.