
Shadows rise, they never fade,
Crowds keep walking, unafraid.
Empty eyes, they chase the flame,
Never asking, all the same.
Whispers drowned in thunder’s call,
Truth is written on the wall.
But the masses turn away,
Love their night, refuse the day.
Blind in glass minds, they fall in line,
Darkness their comfort, silence their shrine.
One spark of vision, a fracture, a tear,
Few see the world as it’s truly there.
Stone-built towers, hollow breath,
Echo chambers dressed in death.
Noise and laughter fill the air,
But no one knows, and none will care.
Carved illusions, velvet chains,
Lead them dancing in the rain.
Blind devotion, brittle pride,
Never question, never fight.
Blind in glass minds, they fall in line,
Darkness their comfort, silence their shrine.
One spark of vision, a fracture, a tear,
Few see the world as it’s truly there.