Do Tell us why
The cruelty of this earth
The sanctity of our pain
The Uselessness of self worth
Do Tell Us how
One's blood may run cold
While their skin is warm to the touch?
Or are the "Quiet ones" not to be told?
Is there always such a calm before a hellacious storm?

Do tell, will our nightmares
Always become reality?
And will our high hopes
Always be buried in the earth?
Will those with lonely hearts
Always remain to themselves?
And will those with methods of cruelty
Continue to play their games
Of psychological warfare

And Do Tell, will all of our questions
Continue to remain unanswered?
Or will a stray thought wander
And bring upon us one hopeful answer?
So Do tell us now, Is this the time
For pain or for pleasure? Or is this the time for self healing?
Well, no matter the outcome,
One shall always remember.