Lost Voices.

I lack the power,

To reach inside and blind out the knavery,

A sense of betrayal and faithlessness,

A perfidy to this sacred engagement,

With myself and my numb soul,

To furnished lies and mockery,

Of twisted accuracy,

I am but an infidel,

Witness to fickle laison with life,

Mirror to misty reflections,

feeble echoes ,

Of lost voices.