Mindless

...Four walls
and
a drowning soul wandering
into wonders of the
dust
fed
sun
Blank stares kill the time and he'll
never know what could have been if
he had it the other way
Angels weep
before they turn into stones
and losing becomes
the triumph of
the devil
Silence
is what heaves the sanity
to the edge of the blade
and tomorrow
will always be the
same...