The sky is full of stars. Little blinking lights that come out to say hello when papa has gone to bed. They don't try to, but they make shapes in our eyes. Signals of hope and legends. They light up distant planets, and they'll never know, because their light is too bright.
This planet is full of cities. Sprawling skylines of concrete and glass housing fragile things called people, placed there by chance and circumstance. They hover, unaware of the gravity that pulls them around. The great masses of obligation and fear that pull. They don't try to either, but they make shapes too. They drift together and apart, unaffected by the gravity of o
I awoke to a world of gray and fog. It was as if someone had taken all the good things in the world and reduced them to lifeless, black ash. Only, it wasn't just warmth and light that was gone; this new mire wasn't cold to the touch. There, lay a corpse, not cold and rotted, but stony yet pliant. A memory and a distant shriek of terror, with a choked sigh of relief at its absence. The rain didn't come, but no drought was to be had either. A notion of famine lead to no death, no ending to an idea which had no place to exist. This place did not feel dead nor alive; it was as if it was caught somewhere in between. Only one object seemed to
We were told that we'd be Kings of men,
We'd be prophets, we'd be saviors.
We were told to sing his praises,
Lifted to Heaven, lifted to Heaven.
But our faith went unrewarded,
No more hope, no more hope.
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
No easy way out, no simple way to live.
And with little more than faith,
With little more than lies,
We save the lives those,
Who live only to survive.
And in these holy walls,
We slowly waste away.
As the world laughs at us,
The world dies with us.