the silence of numbers

My imagination runs riot

As I stare at the grim page 

Twisted and defeated

By bureaucrats and fate

I'm tired of writing words in blood

And songs with no sound

I try to make you listen

But I'm too quiet, too loud

I'm not fighting the system

I'm crying at a broken promise

You're so casually cruel

In the name of being honest 

Numbers have no feeling

And can't paint my memories

But my cheeks flush red

At my hollow victories

I'm just an ink-splattered poet

And a tear stained girl

But I'm the unwilling martyr

Of a calculative world

I'm running in circles

I've been here before

They gave me a massacre

Instead of a war.

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