A beloved corpse lies motionless upon the ground,

Innocent blood spills without a sound.

Not a single breath is drawn from fearful lungs nor does one single sound linger within the hesitation…within each moment …each second… each hand shaking each holding a key,

Yet still the bullet whispers against the crying wind containing horrid memories.

Invisible tears fall silently down the pain stricken face of the haunted.

The screams and sights lay hidden beneath forgotten dust…forgotten stories… and photographs from long ago,

Each smiling face laughing…taunting them so.

As if each book…each picture... each forgotten memory whispers mockingly I told you so I told you but still I saw you still I saw you go…

Each key found but now freedom is lost,

So many the lives each key did cost.

In desperation they seeked sweet freedom but in their search they were fruitless and unsuccessful ,

Their eyes begging and hungry for the answer but stricken down by hatred so tempting so painful…

Wishing to undo the past,

Wishing to climb back down the haunting path to erase what happened last.

Still they cling to the keys with no locks,

Still they look for the time from motionless clocks.

Will they ever see that going back in time is not what they need?

Will they ever realize that the past is the past and the future is pages they must read?

Yet still the book lies shut hidden beneath forgotten dust,

Yet still they refuse to speak those words…they refuse to simply see to believe in him …whom we trust.

Innocent blood shed for a pointless cause no reason nor right,

Their eyes are empty…cold… lost and abandoned…they've lost all reason they've lost all sight…