While vapors of hope all weigh thin
Whoring fiends hide corruption within.
Solidifying ice are labors of yesterday.
Personified into breakers in every way.
The wind flows blocked by existence
Here we stand as its singular resistance
The wind is but a faint reminder and tribute
The momentary lapse over the peace we refute.
Tongues of fire seek oxygen for vengeance
The scraps of old are cast on its benevolence
I have seen them.
Bits and pieces of unsold scripts thrown
Some things humanity will never have known
In a fit of rage King David would only hope to agree
But fear not my friends for I am you and you are me.
No comments:
Post a Comment