Standing out on this ledge with a precipice below.
Violence at my back, I don’t know which way to go.
Show me something to ease my warring mind!
Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?
Spectre guides all into this well hidden cave.
Looming overhead with no chance to be saved.
Bring silence where only cacophony does rage!
Deliberation on isolation.
Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?
Set this torch to our cross.
Crucifixion for the lost.
Walking corridors that never end.
Empathy turns to sand.
Inclusion once more banned.
With blunt force trauma we slide away.
Too much reliance on being in the grey!
Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?
Simon A Jackson - Writer 