All I see are sounds

The colors of the sky dance beneath me

I feel the nightmares of my woken blood

The silence of their hearts echo in my souls' mind

The tolls of their ashes burn away my skin

and replace its nerves with admittance of fools

Quaked trembles torment the emotions of infinite, mild sight

And burn away the skin of those yet sane

Barriers halt our desperation

Locking our convinced freedom

Stealing away the mentality we adore

All we hear is pain

All we feel is mockery

All we taste is blood

All we sense is their unending cries

Yet all I see are sounds

Loud silence