Consider this eternal hollow
witch is passion guilt and existence
as wasted seedlings
witch now age in lifeless soil
the bleakest of all lost
causes if were the last of dying breed
searching for mate.
a deep breath taken under water
in this incendiary of violence hatred and greed
witch we call the future
may it be ever present
ever spiteful
ever diligent
we are the spark
to cause the scare
its hard to believe
a virus could ever make it this far
but the roots with feed
run deep so we shall continue to pillage
until the day when all must sleep.
as for now I sing of pain and mixed feelings.
once ones born transpose
transform a nothing work horse.
tell the tales
convince yourself you are far enough
along to simply play
along don't sell your life
its not worth your mind
ignore that fact
that nothings real at all
lets just play tangible it pacifies them all.
I hope this sunrise ends us all.