With plastic face designs covered over a hell infested you.
Your fingerprints marked in blood.
Helpless to save you.
Useless to purify a lingering sin.
In rubber rooms that float.
Every bounding speck a memoir.
Your devoted laughter silence.
No one listens.
A world full of ears become deaf.
They scratch at the scars but blood still drips from their eyes.
With plastic face design.
We become fools to your lies.
Hopeless to save.
Useless to name.
Your every desire to die.