Martyrs

look at me, I am the crippled now

could you ever hold me again?

Did you ever look and see what I was

Ever was I known when I was true?

And if this is all I am

Then peace becomes my rotten soulThey split themselves apart

And chase away those adored

they leave behind the binding hope

they chose to fight, in fear of this

I hear a million cries

pleas: only _to be heard_

I see a million smiles

pasted on faces of painthey are scaling worlds

oblivious to their own

all for fear of being hurt

all for fear of being knownall on their own

never asking on

they fall

martyrs for lies