THEM II

There are no secrets in this land
Of liars and wolves.
They snap and grasp at
Your seams of consciousness
Until you are on the final rung
With the rest of the soulless.

There is no comfort
In a room without walls,
Without feeling,
Without love.
Temptation rings louder
Than the church bell.
Loneliness drives deeper
Into the flesh
Than pain.

Do you hear them?
They're coming for them.
Hide.