The Lost City

In dark's stillness we disturb
the dust that settled
Lamplights flicker feverishly,
sputtering into oblivion
out-out-out
Blind faith in anything
can get you killed

Heavy raindrops fall
through the stillness
Still we must be still
and wait out the storm
of darkened consciousness

The spasm and the cry

The Lost City is silent
Generation's lost in gears
grinding like shuddering seconds,
the shiver of the seasons
Come and go, inhale, exhale
into the silence

Life is too precious

Apathy plays games
in the streets
of oblivion

And love ceases
like the moment

the moment of belief
the moment of prayer

Peccavi

Prophets preach
on street curbs,
telling of saviors only
the blind can see

and only the lost
can accept

Here we walk on raindrops
and fall through gaps
in the wicked silence

Thunder echoes through
the coming tempest,
surging so far away

To act and react
to run and rerun
Slow motion storms
pass in black and white
like misery and nightmares
of living in lies
and drowning in
oblivion

Out on your own
where shadows play
games with the soul
and the dead dwell and dance
to hypnotic rituals
in silence