Creeping voices in the night
Shadows lurking out of sight
Haunt me till the morning's light
No sleeping for me tonight

Looking at my bedroom door
My feet barely touch the floor
Something whispers down my core
Something that I can't ignore

Melted candles in my hand
Things I would not understand
My hope slips away like sand
This was not what I had planned

Slowly walking down the stairs
Feel a breeze sweep through my hair
Shadows lurk; in silence stare
Naked thoughts are all I wear

Out of breath I walk outside
Shaking fear that builds inside
No more places left to hide
Guilty thoughts of mine collide

Drenched in coward's blood and fear
I lost those who I held dear
It's all blurred, nothing is clear
Shadows from my past appear

As the silence speaks to me
Gets too loud it deafens me
My past will not leave me be
Pain and torment I foresee

Dazed and drawn by these lost souls
Broken thoughts I can't control
Ghosts slip through this gaping hole
Darkness has taken its toll

From the darkness dreams come out
Nightmares flailing all about
Closing in, I hear them shout
It's the end, I have no doubt

"What the hell is it you want?"
They retreat and me they taunt
One emerges, tall and gaunt
"Your life we will no more haunt."

"You have paid for your wrongdoing,"
He tells me, his voice booming
"This is now your redeeming
You are free." he says smiling

I look at the rising sun
I no longer have to run
My sentence is served and done
*The ghosts have finally gone.

In theory, we're demoralized,
In practice, neutralized,
But with force we analyze
What happens around us.

Sanctimonious *******
Pulling our plastered limbs
To an ever lasting fight,
Against forces of evil? Where are we?!

Black veils on their faces
Dark tears in the traces
Marked by the graves that are left behind.

Apathetic pathetic pythons biting the bits and piecing the peace that pits you against your brother.

Pompous posers pushing pampered ideas into our polluted brains.

Anti-idealistic contenders competing for riches and a nice comfy throne.

Plausible pseudo-righteous imposers asking for an applause for all the ill-witted words they shed.

Rectify the wrong wriggled reason riddling wibble fed to feeble citizens.

We sit here waiting for divine intervention,
Well divinity's gone! Not to mention the tension,
All these factors and factions, the fact is we're dying, and they're not helping.

Something drives them, something we don't understand, but who has the guts to ask them what it is?

Our blood has become the dividend divided among the not-so-united lands that fall under a geographical, categorized country of hell.

In this hell we live in, we've become minions of liberal less-than-mediocre minds ironically not minding their own business, feeding off of ours.

Intertwined, undermined, understand the outer line, see the truth, feel the crime, freedom's yours. Freedom's mine.