This is Life

Clinging on to an old withered rope,
Tenuous strands of faith and hope.
Distant cries that mirror our fears,
Silent oceans, that curb our tears.

Masks deteriorate during the night,
Deception hidden from one's sight.
Shadows cast, a wavering blur,
Faint images, trace who we were.

Blood seeps from innocent veins,
Killers, they feed on others' pain.
Pits that hold vanished breaths,
Graves of sorrow, horror... death.