Broken statues.
Crumbling remnants of past lives.
The bodies of the fallen,
With pain behind their eyes.

False facades.
The plaster over skin,
Humanity tries to cover up
and hide from the hurt within.

Beautiful masonry.
The statues we create,
around the world, around ourselves
desperate to escape our fate.

Simply breathless.
Stone and plaster strangle,
Fighting to break the bonds
Against the devils angle.

Listless sleep.
Death has surely come,
Reaping forgotten souls
Humanity falters, until his deed is done.