Nation of the weak

Deep, this cave we deign to live in,
Stretched out over like human skin,
These moments slip by like liquid sand,
As we let go of outstreched hands,
And drown within our limpid world,
Ineffective thoughts, sterile words,
Nor do we hurt enough to feel,
Or on feeling, know what's real,
Helplessly watch life pass us by,
Numb, we don't even stop to cry,
Motion begins and ends where it starts,
And muffled are the cries of broken hearts,
The tears dry upon the unwashed cheeks,
Of a nation of pain and the silent weak,
Waiting, in shadows we begin to dwell,
As the shadows become us, and we become hell...