Walls and Pipes

The walls are closing in again, 

Arrows shot once again,

The wounds are deepening day and night,

The hopes are fading with every fight.

Torn between the right and wrong,

Writing the martyrdom song,

Living through heaven and hell,

Surviving the lies that people tell.

Masquerading winds,

Unfolding those blinds?

Revealing the truth within,

Or committing another sin?

The voices are back again,

Twisting, unleashing the pain,

Settling in and sliding through the pipes in vain,

The walls have completely shut again.