Suffering Hour

A hell is upon us now this day Silence whispering unspoken rage To lend a hand but not in force To speak our minds in free discourse Keep closed our eyes Blind us from the fools unseen Keep closed our hearts Drain emotion to plant the seed Keep close

Twisting the images Watching them grow Into what they are not Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real The path I fell onto Of tears wades through Await the demise In sorry disguise from the things that I feel Time does not exist The days as thin