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