He sits on the shore of the River of Tears
Watching the world fail to improve
Thinking of all of the wasted years
Spent in suspension, waiting to move
Remembering ties to sanity's lies
And blood that so many times stained his hands
The smell of the screams and the taste of the cries
Unwanted rewards for filling demands
Each face of agony now an accuser
Pointing the finger of loss with a gaze
Each one a nail in the coffin of guilt
A dark silhouette in the lunatic haze
The voices inside compel him to move
Against humanity's tidal flow
Stilling the song of every heart
Placing them into the empty below
Then crying the tears of a prisoner's fears
Here in this unlocked cell of remorse
A sentence of draining and drowning in sins
As murderous silences all run their course
Nobody seeing the problems at hand
No one offering a hand of their own
Knowing that something is desperately wrong
Becoming a part of the problem unknown
And this lesser man, a rival to none
Knowing that things have gone way too far
Can muster up nothing but making the choice
Of letting these things remain as they are
For all of this pain was not his intention
And every effort a greater mistake
For ending all this would take much more life
Than the act of staying and suffering would take
It is a hell, and such a deep hell
Knowing that every day is to ****
And nothing can break the cycle of tears
Nothing can stop the blood that is spilled
So he sits on the shore of the River of Tears
Watching the world fail to improve
Thinking of all of the wasted years
Spent in suspension, waiting to move