The Birth Of Newfound Death

"there are moments in death

Where events transcend the expected

And can transform the very foundations

Of our existence.

Where death flees the ones

Who seek most to embrace it

Only to return in another form,

So familiar to us all..."

A table set for two

The candles lit for one

In a reunion of the two

Drawn apart at the dawn when all life begun

Waking restless to dead hours

The world now feels a different place

Upon the fields of burning flowers

(lie) the monuments of our disgrace

The breaking down of old ideals

And fears too monstrous to be spoken of

And the crumbling of old laws

Once thought that never could be broken

Broken down - and buried unto unshallow ground

Left are only broken beings

Souls merely filled with emptiness

Burning on the grips of an everlasting,

Ever-tightening cold caress

Caressed, unblessed to a morbid life in death

In a world where each breath is both mute and suppressed

Stealing empires from serpents no more

As our eleventh hour has struck twelve

After vain glories and false purgatories

We are left only with ourselves

I watch the world now turn as if it were the same

Beneath starplunging rain, under nightmares we crawl

Where all is lost and nothing gained

But a harsh newfound death now living deep within us all...

Where all is but a dream, a dream and yet so real

Within our hell concealed, by this unlife reclaimed

I watch entire worlds fade away only to return the same...

A whole world once cut in two

Now entwined as one

And with breath we inhale

We both live and become undone...