The Warning Bells

A faction of life. 
See the fraction turn white.

I'm too miserable to spite.

Pale smile.
Clueless head.

It’s easier said in a kingdom for the dead.

Roll it down the line and forget; whatever is it that has made you upset.
Moments become the past, as the future is phased in motion.
Present to me an endless ocean.

Alive and so well, no one will ever tell.
Burning alive in the coldest parts of Hell.
Ring! 
Start ringing the warning bells.

We really should’ve listened to Orwell.