Capture and Develop

Every liar says what they really mean.

It takes a conflict to agree

and the darkness before we can ever truly see

(that this is all there is to see).

I'm not convinced so I leave with my camera in my backpack.

You confiscate my proofs, but I need them back.

If these buildings could only breathe,

I'd tell them how much they'll never ever mean to me,

with their permanent stare.

In my mind I have a desire,

but it's devoured by the flames in the fire.

I tried to exist like I'm anonymous

but it just wasn't worth it.

Only the strong will say I'm weakening,

but the weakest ones can't speak or request anything.

And if a criminal needs a cage,

then I swear we're only ever really half awake.

So close those weary eyes.

Capture and develop this.