as the world is flooded with black,

a fire burns to light a shapeless path

the masses cry out and plea for help

their voices wring for everyone to hear,

and those left raise their voices

to say we are few but we are strong

behind silent walls I hear their screams

I hear them cry out,

I hear their screams behind silent walls

I hold this life in my hands

its head falls back to exhale a last breath

what has happened here?