Every step walked
Takes us farther from home
With every word spoken
We feel more alone

For eternate aeons
Just walking away
No love, consolation
Or freedom or say.

As fickle as smoke,
But a trifling doubt
A whisp in the willows
We silently shout.

The daggers that stab us
The water that drowns
The fire that burns us
And we don't make a sound.

Emotions are trapped
In this blindfolded clutch
We're ***** by our deaths
And can't feel its cold touch

The storm now is mild
But the black clouds still growl
And the stench in the air
Will not go and smells foul.

And yet we march on
While our home moves away
We are blind, we are deaf
And we're stalked by our prey.