The Sound of Death

Silence swells.

No one to hear in the empty wells.

Abandoned tunnels.

Shrieks cry out from the wild jungles.

The madness, the insanity and lunacy.

Slave driven and caught in the misery.

Light up the dark, spare no tired hand.

Rusted old parts become exchanged for cremated sand.

The dead hear us no more, we are left to our own.

Captives and hostages of the world's crazy home.

Some say take me with you. Some actually kill themselves.

Suicide addressing how society is its own hell.

Dead bodies sacked while those grieving are pale.

No hope seen in the pits even as a queen joins the tail.

Death is gone and death is dust

Silenced by rules, extinguished by trust.