-Slain's Song-
These are the words that have never left my head.
Spiteful and sharp, they shiver in the dark,
waiting to spill and fill the space between
your heart and your head, collecting in your throat.

Whoa!
These are the words your ears will never know!

I've got one thing to say: this kid is not alright.
Sulking and sad, he waits with an anxious eye
for one single glimpse, a simple goodnight kiss
to erase all of this before he passes it on to his kids.

It won't be long now before he's gone
and the next time you see him
he'll be lost.

But these words remain unspoken.
FUck emotion, never show it.
Destined to hide it deeply;
to always think, but never know it.
We keep our faces stoic, statuesque; we never cry.
We keep the cycle turning, and all along we think it's right.

But we are wrong!
But we carry on!