Tattered dresses along the floor
A trail that, ultimately, leads to nothing.
Enemy, nor a friend, nor foe.
Just there.
Cry for peace.

Darkened, lifeless corners,
Filled with the dust of a memory
A wall of no shame, but filled with faces without names.
Run away into the shade, damp hat, brim filled with rain.

Inside the heart of a storm
Not a shelter to keep warm.
Cold, listless, the same game.
Isolated disaster in the making of indignity.

Searching for the living amongst the dead.
In a town filled with lies.
Hate prevails in the minds of the weak,
As peace cowers in the current surroundings, looking for a morsel to eat.

Unable to smile, when the body is fragile.
Unable to think, when the mind is perplexed.
Unable to survive, when the ominous is only a step away.

A dimmed street light, stepped underneath that very night.
A lifeless entity filled the veins, unto this death, they gave a sigh
The light flashed into darkness, stood there motionless in fear
Enemy, overcame the peace, in the well where water was drawn.