Gaze apon yourself for a moment
do you feel something in your silence
contented, solid peace or torrents of emotion.
Slip into your minds bomb shelter
arguments begin, time to bring out the heavy weapons of history.
Direct hits on eachothers hearts
reducing eachother to dust along the way.
Once there was dreams, now there lies ruins.
Reaper sharpens his tool
delivers the final cut
now silence, bitterness and pain.
Still alive, still in your private universe
yet can see no more beyond walls
no time for repair
the feeling has gone.