Miles...

This was written by a VERY good friend of mine

Who wishes to remain anonymous... 

For this, we will call her

Regal...

Silence is killing me.

Words traped behind

Locked lips

Sitting on a twisted tounge

Judment sent down

Opions are taken as truth

We are not the ones

To serve out this sentcene

The innocent pay

The cost of all our sins

Our blood flows the same

Why...

How does 10 miles

Feel like 10 million?

No one alone is at fault

No one alone holds the blame

Instead you sit there

I sit here

Each moment of the killing silence

Adds another mile

To the gapping hole

That used to be

Family

Written by,

Regal