Walls
by Abandon· from The Death Of Urgency
Within these walls nothing is real.
Within these walls I cannot feel.
Life spent amidst destruction.
A math carved through insanity.
In this culture of desolation, at times what is lost is all that’s clear to me.
Within these walls nothing is real.
Within these walls I cannot feel.
While I face this desperation,
So far across to see,
So much of what I’m up against exists between you and me.
Within these walls nothing is real,
Within these walls I cannot feel,
But could we bridge this gap and learn to feel?
Could we create something real?
We could.