Lost with in.

Feeling as If I have sinned,
living in damnation listening to the screaming pestilence of the none believers within.
Piercing shrieks scaring the records of past days.

Vision seems more gray than hi-def,
can't help but focus on wats been left behind still in a mess.
People you've created lasting moments captured stored as a still photo with no frame but soon to be lost and forgotten,
Augments with venomous words spat with no concern on who they hurt, left unsettled by the hands of time with no answer to "Y"?