It should be a safe place.
But It's walls are gaining weight from
Haunting the residents to a bursting point.
Light of hope is barely squeezing through
Enticing the believers to forget.
And we have.
From the flesh drowning in regret
we'll try to remember
the place that should've kept us safe.
We burned it with our need
to seek revenge.
We let the smoke encircle our place, our minds.
The value seems silly until you've neglected it.
And in the end
all you may have wanted
was to rid yourself of loneliness,
but your sight is failing to see
The virgin society.