#1
The empty room swells with guilt,
And the boy inside it does the same.
Neither of them were meant to feel.

The empty head swells with lies.
And it's eyes inside do the same.
Neither of them were meant to see.

What they've become is nothing more than vessels.
They're renting rooms to insomniacs.
What they've become is nothing more than vessels.
They're renting rooms to insomniacs.

His eyes have been open for far too long.
He's seen too much, he'll see much more.
Caffeine-ridden and bloodshot eyed, he takes on the day.

Her mouth has been shut for far too long.
She's heard enough rumors for a lifetime.
But she's not even halfway done.

What they've become is nothing more than vessels.
They're renting rooms to insomniacs.
What they've become is nothing more than vessels.
They're renting rooms to insomniacs.

What happens when they sleep?
When his eyes close, he'll see the truth that no one else could fathom.
When her mouth is wrenched open, she'll say what should be said.
"I don't remember the last time I dreamt.
The world is full of ignorance and senselessness.
And I'm going back to sleep.
Goodnight."
ok, yeah. my name is silly because I signed up when I was 13.

BEDBUGS
#3
It is, but the two people are just characters based on myself.
Thanks for the crit!
I'll check yours out once I'm out of class in a few.

-Alex
ok, yeah. my name is silly because I signed up when I was 13.

BEDBUGS
#4
It's a really great piece on how people simply let the world go on around them without ever doing anything. They just become fed up with it, with the normality. I really like it, and can even connect to it.

C4C? The Martyr of Reason