The Empty Skies

The dead walk

In the silent world

Oh, how the dead talk

With empty words

Redemption

By thought injection

And the dead march

To the voice of deception

This is now a new beginning

There will be no creation from chaos

No light at the end

Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten

Screaming

Overcome by silence

Suffocated

By the unspoken

And the dead walk

With no fear

And the dead fall

With the horrors of living

Murky demented eyes

Stare at the empty skies

Desperately searching for something

Something that once was there

It's too late for salvation

While falling to oblivion

We are doomed to stagnation

To witness the inverse creation