Deacon Dex
03-06-2002, 01:30 AM
Shadows creep at a death defying rate
Vines consume the cracked wall
Soon not even the birds will sing their song
All of the worlds happiness is gone
And is this absence...........this time of need
Once all is gone and most is lost,
will anyone understand
What will be the first words spoken
when there is no one to hear?
"Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen!"
Every word bleeds from a grimacing mouth
"I'm sorry!"
When no one cries back,
Who will have won?
Foolish doom
Only, promising to someone's
GOD that things will be different
But always the same
To free your ethereal soul
Bring you into the cesspool of unity
Dawn the bejeweled vest of valor!
Rise to the top on the breathe of dying infants
Rid yourselves of the plague
Free your time
release your meaningless worry
Wearing down
Winding away
Spiraling up
Now you are finally becoming a Martyr
Showing the diseased how to lance themselves
Sleeping on pus filled dreams
Now degrading into primal grime
Your life looked down upon by cheering masses
Your bones used to make their bread.
This be death
alone
unwanted
uneeded
so very alone
Why is there air
I can no longer take breath
Vines consume the cracked wall
Soon not even the birds will sing their song
All of the worlds happiness is gone
And is this absence...........this time of need
Once all is gone and most is lost,
will anyone understand
What will be the first words spoken
when there is no one to hear?
"Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen!"
Every word bleeds from a grimacing mouth
"I'm sorry!"
When no one cries back,
Who will have won?
Foolish doom
Only, promising to someone's
GOD that things will be different
But always the same
To free your ethereal soul
Bring you into the cesspool of unity
Dawn the bejeweled vest of valor!
Rise to the top on the breathe of dying infants
Rid yourselves of the plague
Free your time
release your meaningless worry
Wearing down
Winding away
Spiraling up
Now you are finally becoming a Martyr
Showing the diseased how to lance themselves
Sleeping on pus filled dreams
Now degrading into primal grime
Your life looked down upon by cheering masses
Your bones used to make their bread.
This be death
alone
unwanted
uneeded
so very alone
Why is there air
I can no longer take breath