In this nightmare there are no survivors; every heart beats in vain. No last
words, no bullet proof ideas, all of our hopes have been betrayed. Now the world
has lost its heart beat; blank stares pass to the last cell running towards the
point of no return without a pulse to bring her back. Screaming to convince the
night that she is not alone, but in this wind no words will carry. An audience
crowds her from afar and beneath its dark breath she is buried. Gripping each
moment as it passes to the next, visions of a final sunset briefly light her
closing eyes; consuming the final flame to briefly wash one last memory. When I
awoke this morning, the world was a withering rose, dried by the pretense of an
ignorance undying. In the brilliance before the sunrise, I saw a vision of the world
without a heartbeat, and my gaze would not be taken. We must mend our ways, lest
we become the shadows of a past forgotten. I am no survivor; I am one of them
words, no bullet proof ideas, all of our hopes have been betrayed. Now the world
has lost its heart beat; blank stares pass to the last cell running towards the
point of no return without a pulse to bring her back. Screaming to convince the
night that she is not alone, but in this wind no words will carry. An audience
crowds her from afar and beneath its dark breath she is buried. Gripping each
moment as it passes to the next, visions of a final sunset briefly light her
closing eyes; consuming the final flame to briefly wash one last memory. When I
awoke this morning, the world was a withering rose, dried by the pretense of an
ignorance undying. In the brilliance before the sunrise, I saw a vision of the world
without a heartbeat, and my gaze would not be taken. We must mend our ways, lest
we become the shadows of a past forgotten. I am no survivor; I am one of them