If you lost your feelings to the world's ways,
Then surely I don't look for your sympathy,
But there are few who understand,
I do look for their empathy,
And their kind words of advice.

Goat-head surrounded
by ancient carved stones
Dimly lite torches
Piles of old bones

Revolving shadows
of residual wickedness
This is no place to linger
all the hate we come to accept
the keepers and the bringers!

Misfits all of us
when the puzzles redesigned
But it was never meant to be like this
for the fate of humankind
Apathy for the world aloft
has led us to a ledge
Sacrifice another goats
and the shadows shall be fed

Soup for a soul
As we bleed another beast
Drink now as our
empathy grows ever weak
We’re only walking in our sleep