Build a fortress made of silence

Silent are the voices

Caught within the game,

Bound in chains of language-

No one speaks the same.

Ghosts behind the curtain,

Serpents in disguise,

Ink and paper prophets

Craft a labyrinth of lies.

Hands that write for others

With secrets never told,

Build a fortress made of silence

While the night grows cold.

Promises unbroken,

Yet we're kneeling at their cost.

Fiction made of iron-

We're tethered to what's lost.

Silent are the voices

Caught within the game,

Bound in chains of language-

No one speaks the same.

Dancing in the firelight,

Truth becomes a ghost,

Chasing after echoes

Of the things we needed most.

Eyes are blind to meaning,

Hearts are cold with fear,

And the ones who pull the strings

Are never standing near.

Silver tongues are speaking

Riddles to deceive,

Painting all the answers

That we're meant to believe.

Struggle through the echoes,

The static and the haze,

Trying to break the cycle,

Trying to see through the maze.

Is there any solace

In the ashes of the past?

Or are we destined always

To repeat the die that's cast?

The ink will dry on pages,

The stories left untold,

And we are but the actors,

Playing parts that we were sold.