SCREEMER

We are the innocent ones that are too blind to see
the blinding light of the dark shadows that lay upon this
red clay of ruined wasteland in a vast
dungeon of sweat and tears

As our eyes lay upon what we have become our
ancestors cry out for a relief of the ignorance. We try to understand our
blindness that has become a way of life in a world where there is no
sun or moon just a glow of death or a life that is not of our own.

The longer we look into our souls, the more
content we become with the end of the terror that reigns over our black
hearts; burnt and broken; charred with the
life of a world that once was.

But if we peer closer into the
flawless image we realize we are wishing for
a world that never was

By BnS