This is the dying age.
This is controlled restraint.
This is the future shock, as we become hollow.
This the dying wave that brings a new tomorrow.
This is the fallen rain.
These are the broken days.
I spend my life of confusion in pain.
As if to make the lunatic, look sane.
Kings afraid of guillotines, cower in the shadows.
As they bring the faithful from their knees to exterminate their power.
This is the frozen phase.
This is a chosen rage.
Hoping that the wounds will fester and drain.
Hoping in our present state of pure distain.
On November 30 2015 at Eritrea 150 Views