Here on this road
paved with lies
where I travel no truth is openly seen
no answer scratches the truth of the lies

With grace and beauty lost
sanity and dignity fleeing
pride so far gone
a life is no more than a payment

Unknown crimes
humorless laughs
pity isn't seen in any eyes or on any faces
pain is now an everyday occurance

Unfeeling with a steady, silent elegance
a beautiful face to look upon
twisted evil lurks and watches from beneath an unmarred visage
a black soul to serene features

Not a drop of blood spilled
yet pain and violence rule this land
creatures that were once human
what being would enjoy this

Out of the corner of their eyes
they see me
a shadow, a slit of darkness passing
then gone without ever really being

Such days without rest
nights that torture
pain that is endless
blood hasn't been spilled even now

As though the wind would hear me
breezes so rare come drafting in
would the pain leave me for now
so the beauty of the pale moon would reach us now

The light so pure and deadly
so beautiful yet cannot be touched
to touch is to die
the pain wouldn't matter anyways

And now with such wounds
it seems more real
not quite a nightmare
maybe that light won't sear.......