Step from the door
As the concrete rises
To meet me
Trapped in the core
Of the cold sick of this city
Squalid with decay
The zombies stumble on by
Shoulders hunched heads hung
Unwilling to meet my eye
Empty hearts and minds
Shells of shapes of men
An ocean of listless nobodies
Their waves pass again and again
Then night falls
They retreat to the stone walls
The mausoleums that hold them
After Time and the elements
Have had their fun and the day comes to end
Desperate to cling to their humanity
Their chemical minds explode
Throwing aberration into the wind
And in the darkness grows
The most beautiful of all the beasts it holds
And beneath my feet
I feel a sharp endless beat
From a heart of stone
Full of life yet alone
One entity
Fueled by an eternity of breath
Chained to oblivion
And destined for Greatness
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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