Tasteless Hurt Poem by Lois doyle

Songs written to reminence of the times you stood on the edge.
A dance injected into your body that makes you flow like the water top,
Beautiful is inspired by love, a feeling that captivates you,
And demolishes the hurt that scraped onto your life.

Love is inspired by hate, a feeling that burns into your skin,
And rushes your tantrum into a fit within seconds, controlls you.
The song that lies on the bottom of your ocean is drenched, old and worn out.
It's something so deep, its unreachable, unthinkable to live at the bottom;
But some of us linger there where we know we can't get hurt.

Our silence darkens the world,
Where our laughter would brighten it.
However, the fear of having our heart scratched at also controlls us.
Most are too afraid to take a bigger step up,
So i suppose this world will be darkened by polution,
Injected by rebelion of the broken ones,
And salted by the tasteless hurt of our drownded song.