Syringe from The Search by Prevention

Lined up in sights
Corridors marked for poverty
Broken and bludgeoned
Brutalized, left for festering

Quivering bodies left to hold
Tattered remains of broken bones
Left without a home
Lost in the sun
Feathered dust of souls

I can’t make sense of
The pain they hold
Left beaten,
Rejected and disposed

Eyes reflect the same
Looking on their pain

I can’t make sense of
The pain they hold
Left beaten
Rejected and disposed

Scratching and crawling all through the day
Minds going numb to escape the pain

Seeing into this hopeless decay
Close my heart as we look the same

• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• straight edge
• xxx
• youth crew
• Springfield