Hollow
Demenziawhich we thought to be eternal"
What matters that we survived
in the wolves` pit of the centuries
if the time that passed turned us
into monstrous squits ?
Who needs our crying ,
our sepulchral scream of
the joy that we live?
We`ll live forever
...crawling...
What matters that we reached,
the crater of swarming gold .Yes.
We are the richest. Commanders of
deadly lava - of treachery and betrayal
Covered in diamonds ..
but somewhere in the godly armor
in the shell of time and actions
forgotten , our souls lie sick.
We were never meant to see.
We were never meant to live.
We were never meant to exist.
For we are hollow.
Now it's time to go.
Falling through the window.
Maybe you can try.
...but for now.
Sleep my little child.
Lying on the street.
Your body dies and bleed.
Take a deep breath.
She is coming, wait the death.