The Faceless Faithless
A great nature to begin
an inward existance that has no end
cannot escape the external madness
stay in a bubble no matter what happens
watch the future pass me by
in my slumber through the tone deaf night
Suddenly rocked by explosions
the end times erupting, the naive still hoping
but the rope is cut too short
to hang myself is too much work
i just quietly join the crowd
and watch in awe as the lights go out
We're all screaming at the darkness
holding hands of misunderstanding young ones
muffled cries of dying babies
dogs bark crazy as if running rapid with rabies
the time stands still in my private hell
I just sit there knowing I have failed
Losing the battle foretold in the tale
called revelations, brought forth by hesitation
of the weary tired of fighting
put faith of life, in one almighty
instead of looking within their own
like me they know now, God has gone home.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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