When Silence Wept

"Where Silence Bleeds"

The ground drinks deep where silence used to lie,
A red-soaked earth beneath a weeping sky.
Iron sings in whispers sharp and low,
A dance of shadows where no mercy grows.

The air is thick with ghosts that never speak,
Their hollow eyes cast downward, blank and bleak.
Hands once warm now grip the coldest steel,
The heart grows numb; there's nothing left to feel.

The sky is fire, ash that swallows day,
The horizon cracked, a world in disarray.
The ground shakes not from life, but from decay,
As bodies melt like wax, just swept away.

A roar erupts, but no one knows from where-
It tears apart the world, but none can care.
The hands that built are now the hands that break,
And everything they touch, they leave to ache.

The cries are swallowed, buried in the mud,
Where once was water, now is only blood.
And every step leaves footprints edged in black,
A path from which there is no turning back.

Eyes no longer see but stare through flame,
Faces stripped of meaning, void of name.
All that remains are echoes in the dust,
A barren landscape poisoned by its lust.

And when the quiet falls, it's never still-
The silence hums, a pulse that won't be killed.
A thousand ghosts all walk this shattered plain,
Their shadows born from suffering and pain.

But no one speaks of what was lost that day,
No lips dare utter what has slipped away.
The winds still howl, the sky remains unsure,
For none who live remember what was pure.