rumours move like wind

swirling dark

as hate at a klan rally

there is poison in the air

while wisdom is not

where it once was

gone is truth from loved one’s lips

only wishes built on

their own failures

and hopes of lives lived

better than crypts underground

we are the vicarious prisoners

of fear-doomed masses

crying –

 

"stay in the shadowy day"

"live cold in the dampened gray"

"no light to shine upon your face"

"so long as dark lives in my place"

 

but I would take my heart and flee

from those who sing with grave-dirt voice

"misery loves company"

bury feeling and take dead choice