I would Speak...
But my vocal cords have been severed
I would Cry...
But my tears have been stolen
I would Care...
But my heart have been broken
I would Try...
But what good would that do?
I would Bleed...
and so would you
But my River of tolerence has run dry
My hope? Curropted and destroyed
and now im trapped hopless within this stale serenity