Something beyond the solitude

Is this what is to be dying
trapped somewhere between angels
and irritation of mortals
clinging to a world beyond a veil
of reasoning few will never know
the maddens creeps in to open eyes
clouding open minds
infecting those around with a box mentality
that some how locks away the reason of living
here beyond the ticking of antique clocks
keeping time for reasons long forgotten
the profits are dead much to the disbelief of there flocks
where is the messiah
ask the man on the corner for surely he must know
passing pamphlets out to a never ceasing sea of nonsense
for all are as blind as he baying sheep calling for the slaughter
and hell is empty for the daemons prefer solitude
long ago losing the lust for corruption a habit
gladly handed over to pleading mortals
with vicious eyes and cutting tongues
finding that what they had once believed in
is nothing more than the rumblings of a daft king
all is misleading when shrouded in a darkness
that never truly existed anywhere but in ones mind