The Silence

 

Down in the well

Of a broken dream

Resides a ghost

A formidable fiend

Of clay and spell

As gods grew distant

There were souls to sell

 

Eleven saints of ill repute

Cause a curse to be inherited

Even the famed escape artists

Forever incarcerated

 

†††††††††† They will never, ever, never, ever learn

 

Stronger each and every night

The power hungry

Consuming light

Forget hope and forget good will

The wheel has turned

You have to swallow the pill

 

Demonic pastures of screams with pain

Pulse with numbness, unconsciousness a gain

Sense subsides, replaced by silence

Drifting ungracefully away

From never ending violence