Wardrums

There is Darkness on a rise. 

In both Outer and Inner minds.

A beast is finally on the loose,

Chasing lives that couldn’t choose,

A tightness in the chest,

This wrongness in our best.

All dreams have come to die,

All stories were a lie,

When twisting binds are tied,

To greed that eats inside.

This monster we have birthed,

This blighting on this earth,

This deep reptilian core,

Who is not us, but becomes

like us more and more.

Until you and I are done,

Shadows and we are one,

Finally done with fire and fuel,

the world consumed, all that is left

is bled, broken, refuse.

Now we yearn for the Sun at last.

Casting a fate from brittle glass.

Hoping for a better day,

A world that never may,

Come by in this future past.

For dreams can never last,

If the die is not cast.