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, your demons will arise
you failed to fight you lost your chance your beast has won
and now your life you will live on but it is is not your own