void.

Cozily nestled in their warm dens of solitude
They spin their vicious webs with reckless indifference
Their goals unclear, motives guided by naivete
Obliviously dumping sludge upon her shoulders

Loved ones abandoned, no tethers restricting
In a virtual chasm, slipping farther from reach
They delight in the comfort born of reckless abandon
Intending to hurt, but unaware of the damage inflicted

But fields wither, time can't escape this furnace
And so we shuck the veil, peering into their eyes
Two lonely, waning pools, reflected with guilt
Laid bare, naked atop the scorn of the world

What then will become of their useless aggression?
Whose source knows not its ill destination
Broken as we are but stripped of a net
They drift farther from the reaches of compassion

Hope still cradled in the palm of my hand
Can't wait for the system to be rearranged
Lacking the power to make these men change
We push forward with the art that speaks volumes
Endowing the daring with wings of brilliance