| Walk forward into this waking dream Holding out my hand for this hopeless empty thing Cold twitches, clear bright snaps Pulling my down is this putrid blood coloured hand Step on to the stone hard ground smoothed by thousands Crack's crawl your confidence Reverberations refract Desolation, Despair, Downward spiral Assimilation into the astounding fact Whimpering thoughts wondering around Heinous crimes horrendous acts Crying smiles creep into the dirt Plush grass Purify the earth Sacred groves hide the smears Crumbling stones cover the mess Reverence replaces hurt Darkness' downward flight Alighting birds assuage our thoughts |