Ruins of Eden

Ruins Of Eden… 11/2/09 Desolate is the feeling that surrounds masses caught in the callous grip dripping with crimson lies, telling nothing Skyscrapers of death replacing once proud society with intentions mindless yet foreboding, anger visited Corporate cowboys discarding frail emotions disdain being the calling card dealt to masses power wielded by few, chosen gods Ruins of Eden lay at the feet color replaced by shades of gray decaying crying from the ashes truth has taken a vacation, forgotten innocence Beginnings without endings, pain revealing the loss of hope has harmony lost its way? Stolen by the penthouse dwellers? Fading away into the soulless night devoid of moon or reasoning decency fights to swim to waters waiting shore. Reality brings frightful demons impending visit dreams becoming nightmares fact as fiction is for those weak, lost Sunlight cuts deep penetrating layers of deceit time speaks to minds listening can life regenerate? Will love overcome suits dark humor? © 2009 David J. Mitchell