Psychotic Rambling

the black moon has covered the face of the sky.
the lines of tide have broken.
earth has been reborn unto a world of perverse dementia.
we are alone unto another,
alone; within the crowd.
we shall all be
dead within a beating heart

there is no future for the lost children.
the line of tides has broken.
the cars pass by,
no worries.
faceless monsters plague us in our sleep.
we shall rise again
and play with the taken.

the sun is on fire
moon is no longer the romantic.
garish the life of the dead is,
and it is all we have now.
to it we must bow, repenting.
we have become.
the measureless room.

our confusion reigns.
our souls have disclosed the secrets
of life, of death
of a past when there was no future.
we are alone.
caught in the trap we have all woven with out hatred.
we are the dead
seeking life,
again.

cannot the calm rage
sought in this land be freed?
the gloom hisses
beast, monster; Human.
we cannot
see.
the portal has been opened
we don't digress the land and time.
we die.

soon, the end will be seen.
we take off the glasses.
no longer rose colored,
is it?
we cannot help
each other.
dark death brightly lit
by the candle on the alter.

if the path is lost,
we will be found
lighting our way
with the blood of the fallen.
we cannot proceed
as we are.
the wrong answer to the right question
was two.

No Longer Alone.
Copyright @ 2007 by Bluepaintred