Carlos De Inferno

Locked doors, they all get in line for time.
The evidence sleeps soundly and they don't seem to mind.
Behind another door back, sick, sleeping on the floor.
Another so called burden.
Morning here, we all know what she feels inside.
And then she says, "Let me be on my way"
An emotion will feed the lonely.
Take them off, keep it low
Keep them quiet, take it slow.
Hungry mouths in hand-me-downs, so sever.
A shattered shell where love's not so sincere.
They're gasping for attention, please stop ignoring.
A mother wants redemption and a life less boring.
Should've stayed in the bed that she had made.
Falling far behind down low.