The Fiction Become's Clear

Face it. We have been dreaming for too long. You can keep your prayers in the house, just to watch them burn. When tongues become ablaze, our screams turn into whispers. Cutting off our voice's to spill what was once red. Dripping like a cheap heat just to stop our skin from freezing. Our hearts shatter the hollowness we have kept them in. How did it come to this? "Just keep it all in." When there are no more home's to swim to, we have grown part from these waves. Suffocating to the shore line, our lives were washed away. Now the only way becomes clear, straight from The Salvation to the grave. I have found all the answers, the truth is right here. I can save every one, but no one believes me. Into the den of wolves, we march.