are we the dead shuffling faceless an aimless mass of corpses awaiting a not so distant end numb to pleasure numb to pain overwhelmed by our surroundings and the traps we have laid? to protect innocence from arrogance we carve this skin of stone and as the weights of caste and character layer with the years we drown at the convergence of rivers poisoned by this world each moment i let slip by every feeling i sacrifice the emotions which i deny drag me down into the depths