Thursday, March 25, 2010

Howling at the Moon

Bridges shall burn, tall towers fall
Through dirt and grime and filth, you'll crawl
Red River runs, weeps through this desolate land
There be no saving grace for thee, no brave last stand

Who you are and who you've been
Memory shall be your greatest sin..
Lucid dreams that leave you weeping
Disbelief and torment is all you'll be keeping

Things gone right and things gone wrong
Shall dance along to an evanescent song
The truth lies buried in graves of the undead
Trapped in words you never said.

You wanted some, you had it all
And we are laughing even as we fall
The world will be yours, and yours alone
Every last hollow bleeding stone..

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