My Point Unseen

We're losing ground fast, but nobody sees
the clock melting away,
I see it and scream
"something not right doesn't anyone see,"
but the harder I scream
the more they seem to leave,
The walls drip with the blood of those no longer alive
whispering things I can't see
Their concepts out of reach
just beyond my finger tips,
with only a brush of the touch
I feel their worry and concerns
and I try to ask why
but they can't seem to scream or cry out
trapped in silence
or sworn to secrecy
I do not yet know
but their hints on the past
and their clues to the future I can not grasp
to firm, because it will leave
like water threw my finger tips
these things want contact
and i am kind of afraid
but not because the unknown it fascinates me
but the truth does not
"why me said the pea"
Rings in my head
I'm with you little one best just to agree