Twisting the images Watching them grow Into what they are not Forget we forgot as they fed on whats real The path I fell onto Of tears wades through Await the demise In sorry disguise from the things that I feel Time does not exist The days as thin as mist Deep within my eyes There is a heart that died long ago What is it going to take to get through to you? To open your fearblinded eyes? Because there was this fear that would tear at me That by our own hands we would fall These clouds can pass no light Just silhouettes of tired life Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth Endurance and patience lost From fighting this holocaust Destroying within and eating its way from the core Time does not exist These days are meaningless Deep within my eyes There is a heart that died long ago What is it going to take to get through to you? To open your fearblinded eyes? Because there was this fear that would tear at me That by our own hands we would fall Forgive this heart Long stagnant with its blood For it is here, within my suffering That these, the altars of the soul have creaked Suffering Hour... Suffering Hour... Suffering Hour... My darkest hour is now What is it going to take to get through to you? To open your fearblinded eyes? Because there was this fear that would tear at me That by our own hands we would fall [ Taken from THE SUFFERING HOUR, a poem by TOM D. LISKEY]
fearblinded, suffering, hour, within, tear