Frayed Souls

Meek pawns of history fear only to dare
Subservient, failures of noble pretences
Discontent seeps into the misled who err
Trivial burdens alleviate one's lost senses
 
Subtle endeavours glide over troubled skies
As despair looms beyond a valley of tragedy
It rises from the remnants of its own demise
A callous void etched in the stones of apathy  
 
See the adamant fall, condemned to regress
Chiseled into the pale silence of nothingness