Our Demons
Random sounds within the mind Linger like snow and bite like frost seize your thoughts, invade your peace The sounds refuse to queil Faceless heads and shadowless people questions arise from ancient ghosts the trauma is time suspended in fright defenceless against the headless horseman "neigh" the horse goes like a fierce beast still so calm after a drink and a cool feed A thousand men would wait a thousand years and answers still will cease to appear the truth cannot be hidden behind a glass wall or inprisoned by fear quake at the sound or rise to conquer "they aren't answering" you say then maybe your asking all the wrong questions or heading all the wrong ways stare for a century into empty space or say all the words you're too scared to say if we lived long enough maybe we'll use time better but even time as short would let us wager for who or agains who it's only a matter of time and on the final setting of the sun, you...