I Can Hear the Children Screaming...

Bitter hand, trembling digits. Light forbidden by the wearers. Leaving that which is most sacred behind, taking nothing. Falling from on high, no light follows when falling this far. Not knowing what anything is, a pound of ignorance. All eyes are on the sacrifice, the blade cuts deep, how deep? The lost lead the way, the blind leading the deaf and dumb. World goes round. Spinning against the current. Can you see? One hundred percent positive is the fool before the court. Breathe easy for love comes forth from breathing. Time takes this place and makes it twisted. Rips it away. Taking in smoke through unfiltered lungs, gasping for it. Choking on that which is pure, the righteous scream. Love for you comes forth like drawing breath. Naturally.