Hidden

Hidden, beyond the silence

Where time needs pain to feel the same

Dried memories begin to pray

An empty mirror cries out for help

All senses dead, nothing to take

Reality has died again

The last thought inside your mind

Reality now feels the same

A lonely child laughing

A crow waiting for its prey

An old man waiting to be saved

Awake... awake... awake....

Now you can’t bleed, now you can’t blame

Your subconscious breathes again

Hidden, beyond your skin

Madness caress you, it lets you win  

The words in vain are made of pain

The sight in red begins to melt

The insane and sane now see the same

An empty mirror cries out your name.

                                                   Omar Ibarra. ©