Blood rushing through your veins
A pulse beating of life in rivers beneath your skin
Outside this barrier the world ends,
Pulse disrupted,
Off rhythm and screaming
The only drum that of the military’s march
Heavy Feet and amour.
False security
your heart keeps beating
And you have no choice but to bear witness to its death
view the destruction of mankind.
those, so moral leaders
guiding us with burnt out torches through the darkness
promises of light that will never come.
the tragic beauty that is the human race
preprogramed, made for self-destruction.
we lie in wait, hiding.
hand fed orders, guidelines for our safety.
the same hand that silences phone calls
and burns letters that call for destructions end,
the same hand that will sign off the explosion that shakes your home,
Displace your family,
Allow your children to bear witness to their mothers deaths
Blood rushing through your veins
A pulse beating of life in rivers beneath your skin
You can return to Eden, peacefully,
the calm before the storm
The sun will come through your broken windows,
and you will go to meet it.
You feel the grass brush your feet
and you will lay there
for hours and hours.
First you will fear your body being taken from you
the soft patter of animal’s feet becoming the rhythm of death
the feel of insects feeding on your decaying skin,
a constant reminder of the unknown stillness ahead of you.
And the hours will turn to days.
As the flesh comes free from your bones,
green stems wrap their gentle leaves around your empty skull
and the trees will whisper their forgiveness at the waste of their world,
at the destruction that lay out before them
God looks on at bloodstained earth.
stands, passive through to the ending
the floor of Eden saturated and red.
no choice but to be a witness
In mankind’s self-written end