Darkness approaches

Statue in a shadow

We live in shadows,
never taking a step towards the light,
yet rather sympathetic, we polish them, the ones made of stone, their hearts no longer feel, their minds at ease, no institution can fix them,
they learn to see yet never blink, their wings up, and waiting to be saved, people come to pray, do they not see, the stone that binds them here, our mortal minds see something greater yet do you wonder the horrors they see?