Tear down the walls

barren of fruit

eroded by faith

your memory is caged

entombed within you chronic opacity

though you bleed yourself

the truth does not change


death of sound

Your tears, like sand of an hourglass

marking the flow of time passing

time that won't erase the scars of life passing

afterimage of sound

a cry

a shattered body

the relics of your passing


your woven trust entraps you

soulfully bound, you cry your rage

shrieks of pain

buried in darkness

and left to dust