Reflections

The wreckage of humanity has been strewn across the land

And now the hour of desperation is at hand

We the maggots feed off the dead

Seeking solace in a bed of broken glass

We bleed infected water

Beneath bright skins of polished steel

Through empty, yearning, starved and frustrated hearts

Which long for risk and reason

This is a standard and sterile half-life to lead

Empty facades conceal slow decay

Within these new dark ages which breed discontent

To give up all hope to see the dawn

Reveals a victims face beneath the veneer

Struggling to show that it's been wronged

Led astray by the myths of the father

With ancient wounds often ignored

Fighting for scraps from the table

While slowly we rot on the floor

Struggling for balance amid these unholy lies

Reflecting terror and chaos

We are born into suffering

With constructs, icons, idols and eyes

Which manifest and forecast our fear of our own demise

But on the eve of the apocalypse

You can burn these words into my flesh:

"we are the tortured and insane disillusioned and mundane

Unknown and unnamed desperate and enslaved

And we want something more"