Clouds so black they dim the sky
Complete a wasteland painted gray
Where all color is unwelcome
Where all sunshine falls away
The wind sweeps over the waters
The wind crawls across the trees
As rain that fell into the swamp
Swiftly starts to freeze

Cracking corpses of our freedoms
That ice lifts fears out from the fray
Where all happiness has ended
Where all of time has died away
The storm kills off all our dreamers
The storm calls out for the dead
Replacing our ambitions
With a pathless kind of dread

As a moonrise over rooftops
Haunts the cities in between
Where all beauty was forgotten
Where all friendship is machine
The nights march over the lonely
The nights are guarding all the doors
As ceilings in these pits collapse
Downward to the floors

On streets that lead to nowhere
Built on pains we've all resigned
Where all vision fails the seer
Where all prophets become blind
Questions stab into the strong
Questions crush the wise
Here we stand with open arms,
Lost hearts and empty eyes

08/09/2009

Posted on 08/09/2009
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