PS — Project 86

Her heart bleeds

It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze At the page at the faces of nameless... You're alone again And this distortion is an apt replacement for An unquenchable desire for more More pages strewn across this sickening floor I can't look at this I can't look at you I can't look at me Who cares

If they saw what those eyes have seen

Oh how her heart it would bleed If she only knew those abusive roots And how the children would weep If they only saw what those eyes have seen It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay It always takes us further than we wanted to go But you don't seem to mind at the time

Begging to be set free...from what we were meant to be

Innocence

It's inside you and your soul is longing, yearning Pleading to be set free Within your eyes, within my eyes, within our eyes There could never be a more complete perversion of what we were meant to be And with all that is in me I hate this As we're sinking inside this ever-feeding illness We are all quite silent Sitting still