I know the broken glass blew across my aching skull, it was a whirlwind of mayhem and sorrow

As the seeping wounds of my former pasts, came to infection among this crystal skins

The withered limbs began to howl with a sickening moan, as there rotted flesh began to form my mnds eye

As the saw toothed beast ate its way into my bones, I watched above as the stars danced in wonder

With screams of horror across my ears, as burrowing little creatures seeped into my blood

I looked at a silver heron, taking flight with such beautiful grace

The roses spoke to me, as the rain poured down

They said don’t be sad, for the sun will surely rise

They blanketed me in their petals, and I became as colorful as the sky

’ll wait till the cigarette burns against tongue, then will I discard the incendiary creature

As it hums along with the silence of a silent street, soaked with rain, baptized by the gods of senselessness

Thrown among this hurricane, called the modern age, it bleeds like a sacrifice upon the alter

The denizens that seep from the shadows, strum along to a blackened howl, the mind numb in anguish

For this 21st century becomes more a fable, and less a legend

My sorrows match the colors of these streets, light melted across this rain soaked asphalt, looking for shape and purpose

The emotion that pains the skull, seems too illustrious for the somber end, only in loneliness does it play it’s trumpet

For our 21st century, is a burning alter of our pasts sins, and the gods no longer head our prayers

To be a cog on a machine breaking down, it makes the limbs weak with grief, and the stomach sick with dread

With the hesitant faith growing more fearful, the whispers of the midnight fox seem to carry, among the winds that feel dense and confused

It won’t be long this trial of stone

How it will play it’s culling song, whilst the world burns in asunder

As I take another creature, and strike it to the orange titan that wishes for flame

I’ll sit the night in my ideological sorrows, with anxiety and dread, conversing with philosophical doubt, married to low self esteem

All the while it seems to carry on, the wind blows regardless the moments that transpire

The world spins madly on, and the tides still remain on their destined patterns

I stand in idle somber confusion, as the winged dreams of my youthful former, soar to the heavens I don’t believe in

All the while everything moves to a motion, it all follows a pattern, I merely stand in confusion and wonder in sorrow

How cruelty and ignorance, permeates through the threads of humanity

The wicked and vile are more apparent than they seem, we just chose to say they aren’t there

This is the way of our modern age, to look at the abyss, and to live in the protected bliss

Then to acknowlegde the dark truth

We ate these midnight hearts, hoping that we could stop the sun from rising

So that we may stay in the night forever, we wanted this evening to be a century, a universe that expands infinitely

But our denial was ever present, just like the moonlight on the rain soaked asphalt

Our night was not infinite, it was just a moment, a moment that would be like any other moment

In a blink we had smiles, the next one we were watching the rain, the next one we saw the sun peering over the pines

I know melancholy isn’t always nice, but it was better than sadness for us