Living in a sepia world. The clock stumbles on, leaving us ageless. Silently we stare out of the glass, pleading with dismal eyes. We're locked in, just my brother and me. Won't you let us out? Out of a world that is bittersweet beauty at best. Where nothing is what it seems and lies are spoon fed to an unwilling mouth. Bloody welts litter our backs, purple bruises swallow our bodies. Tears fall in silent thunder, crashing to a deaf ear. Our pleas and promises go unheard and unanswered. We're trapped in a spiraling world that has no mercy for the likes of us. Deceitful lies ensnare our ears as a hope sparks for a chance at life. But the lies are merely tossed away as an unfulfilled promise. No love, no affection, no longer do we even grow. Trapped in one moment, captured in our false happiness; our eyes betray the truth that's hidden deep. Kept encased in glass, our jail formed by an ornate frame. This timeless world has stopped in misery. You stare at our tortured, beaten faces and refuse to see why we are so defeated. Deflated colors paint our world, dulling the bright blue of our haunted eyes, killing the shine of our blonde hair. Painted in the color of the past, colors of memories. We are but a memory. One best forgotten. While you'll never know our secrets, we beg in silence for you to understand, staring through the glass.