Dread

dread

that subterranean world

where one awakes from dread to dread

sleep does not put an end to dread

it's as if dread is both day and night

in a mobile disaster

which allows everything to remain twisted

in an endless twilight

perpetual limbo

where every somnambulant second

is plagued by that nightmarish preoccupation

of one's own fears

fears made much too real

this close to the millennium

that final countdown to our own extinction

plundered into a reality from which one will never return

plundered into that shattered dreamscape

of purgatory of paranoia, pestilence, petulance

word becomes increasingly difficult to segregate

good from evil

living from the living dead

bleak panorama where not even death

not even death

offers release

for what you wrought will come back to haunt

and haunt it does

what if death picks up where life left off

what if death picks up where life left off

death picks up where life left off

an endless barrage of unbearable obstacles

a god forsaken terrain

where lost souls find even less mercy

no mercy

and are still forced to reconcile

with what was left undone

as if the struggle never ends

the struggle never ends

as if there is not now or ever peace

peace being foreign to our nature

the nature of the beast