*LackLuster*
By: Halfaway

A crueler torture then some may think
is what others suffer still
Seperated at that desperate moment
from the instrument of their skill.

A writer without a pen
A lover with no heart
To forget that one glorious time
you hadn't been afraid of the dark.

A band without a tune
and a sky without a breath
Eyes with nothing to view
A life wanting for death.

Poets who lack a passion
Voices who own no song
Generals who have no discipline
Rights that turn out wrong.

You without your love
And I lacking my hate
They will understand it all
Our secrets, our fate

Believers turned from their faith
Cowards with no Pride
Heroes who bear no pain
Shelters that do not hide

A runner with no destination
A swimmer: no endurance
The speaker with no proclomation
And the listener no tolerance

A beauty and no kindness
A song with no voice
A spark in all their blindness
And you without a choice.