Where is the Light that we once Breathed?

Save the Humans.
Run away from the Humans.
Save the Humans.
Run away.
Bury the Humans…

They’ve been asleep.
They haven’t seen the light for days.
They wander ‘round.
Not having seen the light for days.
They’re locked inside.
They haven’t seen the light for days.
For days.

I wonder why.
Wonder why they haven’t seen the light in days…
For days.

Why open their eyes?
If when they do they can’t even tell if they have.
The world is just as dark to them either way.

I’ve seen them change.
To never heed the light of day.
I’ve seen them change.
To never feel the darkness when it rises.
To consume their soul. Their mind. Their day.
For days.

Darkness’s fortress consumes.
All enemies… under her sway.
For days.

Where is their chance?
When the darkness extracts their soul.
Like beans for coffee.

They’re locked inside.
They never really taught themselves to dream.
They’re locked inside.
They never really learned how to be free.

They trade stories.
Of relationships and worries.
All the same. All lies.
All darkness inspired clichés.
Designed to consume… and blind.

They recite as one.
Never having the seen the light for days,
For days.

For days.
Darkness molds them into one.
One wicked chain.
One wicked choir.
Always off-key and forgetting the words.
All lies. Darkness inspired clichés.

Darkness joins their souls into a chain.
Each link the same one.
The same place.
The same heart.
The same face.

Her fortress has consumed us all.
All enemies now in her chain.
Her coffee. Her choir.
Is there no release?
Is there no escape except for death?
Where is the light that we once breathed?

She has us test ourselves.
Against ourselves.
Until are bodies are naught but toxins.
Within awful bags.
Of rotten flesh.
With corroded bones.
Corrupted hearts.
Hidden behind smiles of shining teeth.
Gnashing mandibles.

Through this darkness I see.
Her shining smile is in actuality.
Putrid.
Gnashing mandibles.
Of an insect queen.
Ready to swallow.
To separate mind and soul from body
To extract our souls like beans for coffee.

I see.
Human minds and souls.
Running through her awful systems.
And proceeding to be digested.
Within her dark and cavernous abdomen.
Human putrefaction pot.

Through this darkness I see.
My instincts tell me to beware of the insect’s nest.
Within there is no hope.
No light to breathe.
Where is the light that we once breathed?

She’s blotted out the shine.
Filled the Earth with a darkness no one sees.
All light that remains.
Is only of fire and molten slag.
This we can’t breathe.
Where is the light?
Where is the light that we once breathed?

She’s built a world of lies.
Her darkness blinds and shrouds all Human eyes.
For days.
She sold it to the corrupt .
Who in turn sold it off to the frail.
Feeding them fairy tales.

Her world consumes.
Her world is all built up on lies.
Sad forgeries of a rising sun.
We can’t breathe.
Where is the light that we once breathed?
False hope. False strength.
She has crippled Humans.
Where is the light that we once breathed?

Things aren’t getting any better.
Everything is only getting worse.
For days.
She’s had our backs against the wall.
For days.
We’ve kept our backs against the wall.
For days.

Two-sided arguments are upsetting to her.
She leaves crippled and bleeding.
Any Human adversary that she leaves breathing.
For days.
She leaves them dangling in the streets.
Bleeding for days.
For days.

Her world is built on lies.
Lies built up from within the inside.
Until the memoirs of all enemy have been nullified.
Enemy memoirs are not worth reading for Humans.
She has us forget their names and set their corpses on fire.
Until the enemy has been nullified.
All enemies have been nullified.
We are all born null.
There is no light for us to breathe.

Her world is built on lies.
Lies built up from the inside.
I cannot lie.
I cannot believe that which she has conditioned me to believe.
My instincts have always told me to beware of the insect’s nest.

I’ve watched the sequential falling of the Human dominoes.
Wondering: “Will any stay erect?”
A microcosm… But every Human effort is just that.
Just little me.
Just little me.
Alone, the weak link in her awful chain.
The piercing shriek in her awful choir.
The water in her awful coffee.

Just little me against her soulless army.
But I know it’s not size or force,
But form and technique.
Along with the mental capacity.
And the audacity to persevere.
Still just little me, against her entire army.
Just Know the weakest link is also the one that keeps the chain from the brink of collapse.

I am the weak link.
And the weak link is quivering.
Determining her chain’s strength.
I am trembling… quivering.
Knowing I’ll fall, beneath Human weight.
When the chain breaks and disassembles.

They’ve been asleep.
They haven’t seen the light for days.
They wander ‘round.
Not having seen the light for days.
They’re locked inside.
They haven’t seen the light for days.
For days.

I’ve seen them change.
To never heed the light of day.
I’ve seen them change.
To never feel the darkness when it rises.
To consume their soul. Their mind. Their day.
For days.

Where is the life?
Where is the light that it once breathed?
Where are our lives?
Where is the light that we once breathed?

Save the Humans.
Run away from the Humans.
Save the Humans.
Run away.
Bury the Humans.
I will remain to bury them all.
I can’t take it.