Forgotten Wasteland

Re-igniting the flames of the past, as my eyesight is darkening

such a wonderful life, is it not? A burden I never chose to bear...

hear the echoing drone of the dull, as my eyesight is darkening,

winter birds throw themselves from the sky,

autumn leaves stacked like graves just unearthed,

waiting for a new life to be birthed, such a beautiful world, is it not?

Vines hanging from forest canopies, descending like nooses from the trees..

like nooses from the trees, an adoration

only one escape is not to breathe,

only one way trains leave from this station,

and the dead they may sing

sing with elation,

...gaining such little warmth from the sun,

as it dimly reflects from the moon, in my fear of complete solitude, in the fear of a life isolated, someone's sweet caress never to come

gaining such little warmth from the sun...

With every friendship, there's another foe

With every tombstone, there's another birth

In every dewfall, there's another cold

In every daybreak, I'm getting so old,

so old and the night descends like another nail

into the casket, waiting in a forgotten wasteland.

Never to be found.