Unspoken

Like cobwebbed lives
 Illusive signs
 Mangled cries
 Feel the fear all surround
 Decaying night
 Ungodly sight
 Unspoken light
 Feel nothing except their sounds
 Run
 Licking, tasting the blood
 What have we all become?
 It was always awake, unspeaking, observing, watching, unnerving,
 Every hour to minute to every second of every day it lurked.
 We always will be watching you.
 The final hour has to turn.
 The salt of the earth, will fill our lungs;
 Nations drowned in the sea, our kingdom has come.
 Skin unscathed, eyes well aware who we are.
 What we've become. Survival in vain.
 Fill our hunger, a fate unfeigned.
 The final hour has to turn.
 Your mind, your soul, a gift to yearn.
 An offering
 An absence
 Unwilted.