
I am just watching the silver rays of the moon spill down from the crimson skies.
They sliver across the lifeless waters that crash dreadfully onto the scarred shore where i stand.
Behind me a veil of misshapen palms conceal a shadowy town,
Beyond the veil an eerie glow of town light rise through the mist
I'm lookin for immortality that should be residing in a non existant glade
Because the human race have chosen to push aside their true history.
Every wheezin breath, every gulp of fresh yet rotten air,
That fill my corrupted lungs make the true image sharper, clearer.
It brings to life what was left for dead.
Death has called openly, mockingly.
It led me to my end, knowingly.
Only to sadden my heavy heart by turning me away at its doorstep.
Once upon a time, the earth tore apart and from its gaping wound hell spilled.
The skies howled and waters rebelled.
Wrought from the inferno of hell and set by the waters that crashed from the screamin skies, we were born.
Demon spawn and send by satan. A curse to all. Ill fate.
Im longing for the immortality that existed in a time when man and beast spoke the same tongue.
When trees felt it a necessity to stretch their limbs.
Before concrete and tar chained and tore us down. . .
By - Monique E.