My heart to the sunken of the sea
Iron forged by fear of our enemy
The gates remain closed
Selective choices of knowledge
The neophyte thrives
By own choice
To keep the eye blind
The age of enlightenment
For which they fought and died
Now perish in drought
To deny your shame
Before there was someone to blame
Those hidden in shadows fighting change
Now there is only conformity and denial of pain
It's easier to hide from the sorrow and enjoy the miniscule futile fleet from reality
Tomorrow it will have grown
But not by much
Not enough to affect the ones you love and trust
So what does it matter if we deal with it or not
Not bound by morals or a guilty conscience
When awareness has been forcefully stopped
Deprivation is the key
I hope you sleep tight
And dream sweet dreams

Death in the gutter
Children soldiers mutter
Another life taken
Blood drops painting
Souls of the lost
Suicide watch
The cutters edge
As needles breathe
Life to death