03/08/2010

Systems Of The Briefed

Routine will destroy them.
Everything had been placed,
Into an order of importance.
Right at the bottom of the list,
Death is their final commitment.

Existing within a synthetic cage.
Withdrawn from societies blunders.
Beneath those protective eyes.
Deliberately concealed,
Memories could not escape here.

The ground pulsed,
With the sound of dismayed drums.
Sacrifice hung in the air.
Someone had broken the rules.
The fire met their downfall,
With determined heat.

You could see the flames for miles.
But nobody heard the laughter.

Nobody ever heard the laughter.