Swirling world of smoke and mirrors,
of those who are but never where,
jelous murmers in the ether,
of those asleep yet still aware.
Eyeless horrors watch the traveler,
scorn those who walk life's brighter ways,
within the smog they're bound forever,
locked within that fear drenched haze.
We never hear them scream their silence,
smash invisible prisons with hate drenched fists,
they're praying that their pain will touch us,
as we walk like children through the mists.