Slowly penetrating closed minds locked from the inside confusion prying at the hinges with persistance clawing at the gates in desperation following the calling of a lost soul lost inside the surface of a burial ground crumbling into a pile of ashes and dust falling on my face as it all spins around crying for refuge for the pain to cease it's the gift that i refuse for the pain to cease lies relieve what eyes perceive dismiss the witness as unfit to believe ears that fall deaf at the sound of truth half-realize half-resist the proof in the comfort of the unaware bed sheets of ignorance we seek to share hide weak heads from the tricks of the eyes the vision of wishing-well dreamless servants of restless light with no shade from the blazing infernal burn of guilt and of reluctance to learn that the only salvation lies with in your eyes the key to the freedon falls from the hand NEVER to be found as empty blistered fingers search around on the frozen ground and remain