When the Lights Are Gone

It's beautiful, it burns The most magnificent sight i have seen It flows, it falls Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus The most perfect type of vision The core of my eye widens, It speaks, it whispers The ending to a movie It rolls, it sinks It makes my heart pound It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this That this will soon one day be over, My blood, it overflows It twists, it falls, It rises, it fights, And in the end, We are all glimmers of light All that is here when the day turns to night At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons, A mountain range, with blue skies overhead With shipwrecked cannons, Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty, Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again, What makes them different, Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see The darkness, The fear, The emptiness, The beauty of nothing, There is no truth, The point past certainty, Where nothing matters, Because we are all the same, Now that the lights are gone