Pathfinder, Blinded

unknowing

with arms wide open

embracing in full

crimson jackets

they cackles

with ugly smiles ripping

into their cheeks

 

carried into whispers

inner dreams trapped

into sacntums

bulged eyes

muted voices

or closed mouths?

 

gazing up to stars

same stars that witness

conspiracies that pierce

deep

bursting hearts of the young

fed to the lions

without remorse

no presence

emptiness

or stolen?