Without a Trace

[angryclothespin]

The voice of neglect, when it chooses to speak,
Will profess its despair as a licentious tide.
As now, you evade the humility of emotion,
so your heart will be granted a weight of stone.
Vindiction is your will,
it will all be consumed by an unforgiving night.

For ignorance is a terrible monster,
unleashed upon the world to swallow sincerity;
Behold, as a hound to seek the unworthy,
a wraith to lure the uncaring,
and relentless,
a stomach to devour he who swears no loyalty.

Red shades will fall from your heights,
Rise, with eyes, forlorn;
You will see what ignorance has taken,
as your heart has ceased to know.
What you have conjured in the wake of Hades' shadow,
has now come to collect
what you have carelessly abandoned.