The tattooed heart on my epidermis sleeve

Has lost the vibrant pigments of any happy glow

 And it vigilante hurts as if long past curfew when I breath

Still I meander off to sleep awaiting on another blind tomorrow

A faceless epidemic threat beyond nightmares dethroning my hope

Just another monumentally disastrous uneventful day 

Thankfully I'll just stay hidden in doors

Where nothing but silence happens

Wherein slowly faith bleeds

For if family disowns

What loves is there

For me...?