Slavery of the Soul

Dreams that live, dreams that die,
Sometimes it's only a wail in winter sky.
When you can't hear, when you can't see,
It only kills from within, writhe in agony.

And the faint glow in eyes burns only deep,
Etched within the heart & silence breaks sleep.
The face of madness fails to unveil good,
Evil remains near still, waning courage could.

Still among rubble & ash, reached in vain.
Lapses eternity in mind, never comes the rain.
A sunshine that lit unto us, shrouded in hide,
Life left almost still, it was inside.

The coldness that lingers in dismay,
Freezes every road.
The message of the wind in disarray,
Spreads it forth.

A forlorn candle fades away at every sight.
To live it awaits the day, it awaits the night.
You can't buy conscience, have it for rent,
Consciousness is divine, left to repent.

Tortured flesh embarked in brazen reprise,
Eclipsed a dawn forever in shadowed demise.