A solid barren wall seperates me from the others.
Closed off from any treachery, nothing to fear
Back towards the beast all I see is his reflection,
Quiet whispers of deceit is all that I hear.

Follows the snakes or walk the path,
I don't know what to choose.
Wandering the darkness alone,
Dazed and confused.
Facing a battle with phantoms,
But it's too late to lose.
Casualties of belief,'
Only left with the bruise.

At a loss for words, thoughts spilling forth like a punctured wound.
The blood stains, remnants of pain, leaving you empty and drained.
Leaving you with nothing, but memories of content.
Shreds of what you had, left battered and bent.

Tears flow so freely.
Unconstrained by the echo of time,
Thoughts clouded with misery,
A wasted mind at its prime.

We were once so innocent,
Now all we had is shattered.
Words were an escape from reality,
But now nothing else matters.

In the ruins I see broken dreams...
Tiny fragments of desperation.
Hope dimmer than a burnt out candle,
Left with less than a pathetic consolation.

Deluding oneself to believe a truth of the past...
But the futures already vanished,
Snuffed out in a flash.

Twilight Stars Twinkle.
A million eyes glued to the skies,
The globe spins on its axis.
Few wonder how or why.

It's like no one really cares,
About what is just or fair.
Never watching where they step,
Falling right into the snare.

Structure imposes uniformity.
It begs to constrict your mind,
And so no one really listens,
Or reads between the lines.

The ink sinks into the pages.
Although few heed the call.
It breaches the halls of knowledge,
A gust of wind blows through the hall.

Sometimes I hear voices,
But its like theres not enough time to jot them down.
And when I do bother to listen,
All I hear is sounds.

I have this constant flow of thought,
About all the destruction thats been wrought.
In times like this I won't cry,
Won't let my spirit die,
I'll only look up to the skies,
And wonder how and why.