Insentient

Creator.

Whats it like to feel?

Can you give us the simplest of answers

While We wander

through this never ending void

What has left them bleak and empty?

We have knelt at the foot

of your precious throne

With question and misunderstandings.

Inevitable disharmony.

Day by day, left to wonder how

The answers remain transparent

After all this time.

A throat becoming, an open grave

Grapsing tighter to life.

illuminate, bright for the world to see.