How can we see our tear stained love
Behind the faces of the dead?
How is it that we hear our merciless sobs
When they are struck by the moon,
Lashed by the sun,
Crying out in every facet of humanity?

But we hear not,
We speak not.
Shadows are merging with the likes of indecency,
Together they haunt and prowl.
Conquering supremacy
In favor of damnation.

It is becoming to follow
The scores of the damned
On their path to misguided salvation,
But in doing so,
You compromise the stagnant morality
Hidden beneath the roots of human impurities.
By releasing your shallow rhetoric on the world
You give in to the devil’s caress,
Stinging, and lamenting on your stark existence
Like battered nihilistic wallpaper.