They stand
where the cliff ends
In the corner,
where the whole truth bends
Piled up by
the uncovered layer of lies
They stay, never the same,
they want to hide
The fist, once filled
with the sand of trust
Now, devoured by the emptiness,
moments lost in gusts
They hear them, as if,
they only live in silence
But they defy the glimpse of screech,
even when they feel some violence