within

coming down the line of hours

staring at unreachable towers

another opportunity denied to those

to whom it seems all doors are closed

the words tease deliberate unrest like locusts

obscure societally pointed focus

the bloated perceive only the sound of their own will

as mastication of the slowest kill

the ones who hope eternal sing

forget the deaf and dumb

for all our hopes may ever bring

there will be salvation

the ones who dream are red

the ones who stifle pale

if you'd like to feel instead

then raise your arms unto the gale

and of course the one's who say nothing win

of course they always do

headless, heartless, fading skins

this plague is nothing new

that which you see beyond the tower

the one that is not there

will define you in your finest hour

when what you feel is rare

within