Jesse Barry

Our Silent Defeat

Echo the bells
Distort the faces
Smell fresh death

Things you once knew
Gather the few
Nothing is left

Black or white
Day or night
We go on

See through the haze
Death is only a phase

But on and on
There’s no dawn or night

Forsaken by death itself
A lifeless feeling forever I’ve felt

Sweep from above and divine
Only to have the left over of wine
As bitter as it is
It soothes my bloodied lips

There is never end
Nothing ends
Death cannot even end
Only to be forgotten is the end

But we never forget...