When obscurity disguises itself in distinct knowledge,
And ignorance claims to be adequate intelligence,
Confusion conveniently establishing as the norm,
Excluding any possibility of contradiction, ...

We stopped in thought to meet the think
Sought out the weak on the brink
We ended one struggle to make up for the bundle
Cast aside to muddle amounst the rubble
He is she as you are me but we are not all together
Shades will fade, colors portrayed, blood will bleed red all the same
Evil has no name, shame or blame but only our momentary gain
Lonesome, gruesome, wish we knew someone to blame
Those thoughts only seek out , in order to shame
See how they run, why do you chase them, insane!?

yet not why

I think everyone is being haunted
Maybe not by something supernatural
But something more sinister:
Regrets
Missed opportunities
and
the choking sensation of their fear