Whiplash - Kaleidoscope

I have grown used to the silence

That has descended upon my soul

An eerie emptiness meant to fill up all the holes

Left by the raids that was meant to build a new world

The more I read about it

The less I try to understand it

Because the pain I feel 

Is just a drop in the endless ocean of their grief

Are they afraid to fall asleep, for what if they wake up in the past

Where the streets are wet with tears from the sky, overwhelmed by too many a whiplash

I recall the black words that stained the pages red

With all of the names, less survivors than the dead

Did they think it was the first snow of December as the ashes lay on their lashes

Did they mistake the yellow stars for a little hope but it all vanishes

The more I read about it

The less I try to understand it

Because the pain I feel 

Is a drop in the endless ocean of their grief

Are they afraid to fall asleep, for what if they wake up in the past

Where the streets are wet with tears from the sky, overwhelmed by too many a whiplash

I have purged myself of the tyrants 

Whose words have had an affect on me

A dubious understatement to how cruel some can be

I am fascinated by how powerful words can be, 

Sharper than the mightiest sword, and more destructive than nuclear power

The more I read about it

The less I try to understand it

Because the pain I feel 

Is just a drop in the endless ocean of their grief

Are they afraid to fall asleep, for what if they wake up in the past

Where the streets are wet with tears from the sky, overwhelmed by too many a whiplash.

-auctor