Procession

Inside the silent and pale hides the agony of worlds
 To roam unprotected in daytime haste
 It's the sleep of the lonely, it's the tragedies of man
 It's the curse of the defect
 It's a life passed, not lived
 Childlike outbursts hides the old man's woes
 Feeble cries of the voice never heard
 I dread these four walls, the mind's eye's secluded caverns
 Forever caged in a fool's procession
 A sense of betrayal with every repeated word
 Misguided comfort to still the rage inside
 Surely I feel, you've all let me down
 In lacrimose night I see, it is not the case
 Tend my wounds, you may
 Burnish the surface of scars that never heal
 The grey of life's torn fabric, a canvas befouled
 The core of the darkest thought, only a hint of sorrows to come