The faces of all of them,
Painted across the windows,
Dead cars with dead souls,
No drive, no more will to live,
Trapped to die in their shells,
Lost in the wreckage of yesterday,
Drained faces lost in their stare,
Lost, going nowhere,
These are the bones of the lost,
Now they pay their cost.

Dreams of their eyes, 
Dreams of their souls,
No way to describe their evil,
Haunting me throughout the night,
Tossing turning in fright,
Is my soul redeamable?
Am I saveable
Or am I just a lost cause
Unable to accept this world
I thought I was
The only one
But now I realize