these are a few lines about heroes, more exactly your hero, the one you come back to when the sky turns gray, about that one individual, who's silence, by itself can cure your vision, heal those wounds, not even leave a scar hidden between the layers of despair, fear, guilt and anger...
its about those thieves, most precisely that innocently dressed thief, who left you without your happiness, your courage, your hopes, most of if not all your dreams, stole the only reminder of a heartbeat you had, the last breathe you were so badly climbing to breath...
and those angels with dirty faces, the ones who got pulled to the dark side, who spend their days and nights drinking, smoking, drowning what ever memory they had of heaven, so they'd be able to make it in that custom designed hell, that echoing voice that gave them their wings, taught them how to fly, then clipped them at the end, rendering them to an eternal fall, trying to forget you're name, trying so hard while being ashamed, they got burned by what they forever preached, forgetting that love can shatter you as easily as it built you up, bury you as fast as it lifted you up...
these are a few lines.. cant be seen or read, only felt and lived... day in and night out...
