Matters of Dementors.

Nobody knows. Nobody Cares.
Nobody feels, as nobody shares.
Craving the words once in the wind thrown
With the fire on the eyes of below.
Taking care of the city in pain
Waiting one more day for the
rain.

Have your sits, shut your mouths
The show will being with the boy shouts'.

Cruisers, intruders, all the same under the light
Nobody cares about his sights.
Balls and knives digging holes in the sky
Nobody feels as he feels
life.

And soo on he keeps walking.
And the sun light is a stalker.
Left behind what is bigger;
Now you know that I've pulled
The Trigger.