The blind dost not hear and the deaf see not the agony torturing the soul. The sun blocks sleep in middle of the night, and darkness shrouds the day with a blanket of hell. Rivers of tears drying the soil, and cracked earth brings forth floods of red. Scattered over the promised ground, thoughts and memories of forgotten promises exposed for the world to see. Endless circle of perfection tarnished with rings of desire. Lying in the hands, dreams fullfilled. Awakening to empty arms, deafening screams wake not the tear soaked cloth. Tangled and tathered, smothering and stifling the hopes and dreams. Yesterdays tomorrows lie heavily, floating like a fog. Blocking the openess and guiding the feet back to the beginning to bring forth the end. The mockers flood the night with a guiding light. To their path the soul cannot go. The ravenous dogs devour the night and parch the day, but the wall halts the dreams. Nevermore dost tears flow and the river wind, for the serenity of the dry lake floats the soul past the screams and unto an eternal peace