doesn't make any sense... sorry

we lock them away
and tell them not to scream
or he'll come to find them
by all means.
"he'll hunt you down
to make you pay
bite off your feet if you
try to stray."
sooner than later they start
to wonder if there's anything more
than these nights of hunger
they reach through the bars with
their tears full of wonder
while the restless vagabonds
tread through the gardens
ignoring the warnings of the
earlier wanderer.
they're flying the kite of
their muffled excuses
stomped by their shoes
with their thick-souled abuses
is this how it feels when we abandon our hope
when we trample through the ground
of the cemetery beds
the soft ground that we tread
confusing our senses
when we can no longer tell
between body and ground
we dread, their red
the sound the sound
of bones crunching beneath
the piles of shame
under our feet
while the long matted hair gets
stuck in our feet.
now we're running in circles
tripping through elbows
soon we fall and can see their eyes
the lies that we tell them
to keep them at bay
soon swallow us and make us
display.
time after time we remember the thoughts
he's captured us now
and tells us not to scream
while their souls trample ours
just below the seams.