We Are the Watchers

We Are The Watchers by Stark Hunter Into the breach the multitudes surge, Into the crushing breakers and Beyond the sucking mindless tides, Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence, Precipitously we fall and slide, Tenuously and tragically we slip. We are the watchers of the wasted! We are the watchers of the dancing dead! We have seen them bring in the living. We have silently closed our eyes to their madness. We are the watchers of the delirious and of the distressed. Falling, falling trying to seize a toehold, Trying to stop desperately this inevitable plunge, This meshing melting plummet, This fatal succumbing to hate and ignorance, This downward drowning into the watery abyss of anarchy, This insane enveloping This resounding de-evolution into one massive heartbreak. We are the human machine! That lurches and stalls in the swell, Spewing bloody angst And the sooty smoke of smothering fear. We are the star climbers! The mountain gazers! We are the watchers of the wasted. We are the watchers of the diseased. We have seen them bring in the living We have seen the fires of Armageddon! Burning burning furiously in the firmament, And we have heard the crescendoing cries of the forgotten. We are the watchers of the wasted! We are the watchers of the dancing dead!