Traveller's Rest

you and I - hear it bleed

in a desperate broken song

empty hands - grander loss

the soulless banished here it seems

then I heard you whispering

you shivering voice on the darkened wind

"sad grey oblivion"

escape this sane hell and logic grim

with bare feet misled

on bare rocks and iron sheds

long since falling down

down to see one's foreign self

under torn cover shriek

wrathless sun naked and bright

bleed the scourge of sleep

carving pale scents of escape

actor of decay

godless seraphim hate

iron plan of death

hammers melting souls to dust

blackened paths to take

smelt the stale stench of grey

irredeemably lost

"witness oblivion"

you said

eyes are shut, never touch the sun

traveller, has awakened and

his words sing, ruin and turmoil

and vast long bygone bliss

seems to bury the lie

still rest your shivering voice within

modern utopias through leather through skin

driven mad the ignorant blindfolded lamb

restless scornful tongue

words pass silence and

stricken immobile

red my crushed lids made

bitter dissonance

taste anguish collapse

how far, still you run

"no escape - hush"

scattered, broken

onward to merciless stars lights undarkened

onward now until sunshine brings gravity's failing

onward and climbing still among rotten trees and poisoned weeds

onward on burnt ground to stumble blind through such ravished woods

arid a plain's glow repulsive ahead

the sky's lid gives way to her beckoning look

unravel the secrets of death decay

I stare with a pale glance at her shimmering bloodshot eye

raging she stabs once more

my cyanide heroin

a sting if grew deep down

thrust into lungs open wide

sucking with anger

one second of rust

the pure nothing

stolen by night's grace