THROUGHOUT THE WISDOM OF THE NIGHT


The night of decadence
Is bleeding…

Howling streams of heavy rain
Keep running restlessly
Through a cemetery of
Ambiguity.

The heavy mud is creeping
In between these walls of
Seclusion
And has risen up to
The very conscience
Of our dying souls.

Darkened mirrors are
Grinning
From behind the fortress of
Ill clouds…

Our self-awareness has drowned itself
Inside a sea of whimpering waves;

And so we keep on murmuring like mad,
Not knowing what we are,
Burning our thoughts and senses into
Affliction and disbelief,
Sleepwalking pointlessly among the now
Meaningless
Living dead!


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