Ruins Of The New Dawn

Fallen victim to past beliefs, and unable to leave them behind

He glides through his life blinded

Crippling despondency, neural excrement collecting dust resurfaces

To flatten out his world again, the sphere is too complex and maladjusted

A crux at this interval

With a blade and a sigh

He says his last goodbye

In Elysium the images become so very clear

Ruins of the new dawn haunt their minds

He turns away laughing at their mortal grief

To stare infinity in its face

A crux at this interval

Confronted with life’s

Perplexities and lies

Now decisions must be made

Kaleidoscope of questions

In a vast labyrinth of answers

Reaching up to grasp the translucent surface that is the floor of time

Raging terror fills his mirror image

A flaw in judgement, thing are not as were anticipated

The mystery still eludes him

Strewn upon the page, written into the rock of the earth

The careless man weaves his way in and out of its intricacies

Only to find him-self completely lost

A crux at this interval

With soldered shut eyes

And swallowed, force-fed tears

Fallen victim to past beliefs, and unable to leave them behind

He glides through his death blinded