Seperate the pain into insignificant morsels of...
Withered skin turned grey from the shame...

Under the weight of constant observation
Our ideals falter and we are taken...

The spiders web grows
Silver strands linked together...

A spiritual feeling, uplifting, all revealing, awe...
Gather myself here, a mind coming from chaos...

Look back – you can only see...
Can you see yourself in the mirror...

Another day here
I sit as the world spins by...

I stare out
And survey this madness...

Got so much to lose
Whilst having nothing that feels like my own...

As we stand on ashen ground
Black days wear weary shoulders down...